Fishing! Some people loves fishing. And I think there is a large number out there. With the thousands of commercial fishing ponds in the country it must be a big number. And the increasing numbers of retailers selling fishing rods and nets and fishing knives and fish baits and whatever that got to do with fishing.
A Malay MSM even had a specific pull-out just for fishing.Joran they called it. And they have this all year round fishing competition with a grand finale. And the price is handsome too.
Okay!Here's the truth.I don't go fishing(the last time I went fishing was in 1974 when I was in Std 6 at a nearby stream back in Kamunting). I don't even have a single fishing rod at home or in my car. But I like watching people fish. I used to spend several hours watching people fishing at the kolam memancing or at lakes or by the sea. But I never fish.
My brothers and cousins goes big time with fishing. My Air Force brother knows most of the fishing ponds in Klang Valley.He knows which river in Klang Valley is suitable for fishing. He knows a nice spot in Janda Baik for fishing. Another younger brother is into fishing at sea. When they met and when our cousins are back in Kg Bujang,Kedah my brothers would join them for sea fishing.They will hire a boat and 5-6 of them will then enjoy themselves.
But I never went along.I never fish.
So,if I don't fish why write about fishing?Okay! It has something to do with fishing.At least with the main apparatus for fishing.
Amirul hooked hand
One day several months ago, a mother and her son came to me at about 6.30 pm on a Tuesday. I was about t take my break for a cup of Nes-O-Tar and Maghrib.
"Assalamu'alaikum doc!" "Wa'alaikumussalam. Hah!Apa kena dengan orang bujang ni" The kid just smiled at me. His left hand was wrapped with a Goodmorning face towel.
"Ni...doc tengok le tangan Amirul ni.." mother pointing to Amirul's hand.Amirul unwrapped the face towel.
" Bila kena ni Mirul?", I took a torchlight and shone it on the left hand.
"Tadi...' Amirul said shyly. He was smiling.An embarassed smile.Eyes down to the floor. " Mirul ikut ayah gi mancing ke?" " Mana ayah dia kaki mancing doc. Joran pun tak ada kat rumah" "Habis tu kena di mana?" " Hah!Bagitau le kat doktor..." Just a silent smile from Amirul. I smiled back. "Gini doctor! Tadi dia dok main dengan anak si Azmi. Dok main joran le" " Kat kolej ada sungai ke?".I don't remember any stream there. "Bukan kat sungai doc. Kat padang je....." "Kat padang? Padang bola tu?" "Ye doc...." Amirul just smiled. "Okay Mirul. Doktor nak kena cabut mata kail ni.Doktor akan biuskan dulu keliling mata kail.Bila Mirul rasa kebas baru doktor buangkan.Boleh?" Amirul nodded in agreement. "Satu lagi...Doktor nak ambil gambar tangan Mirul boleh?Doktor nak masuk ke blog.Supaya kalau sesiapa yang suka mancing akan lebih hati-hati bila simpan joran kat rumah"
2 minutes later I removed the mata kail and gave Amirul an antitetanus jab. At present Amirul is alive and well.And I think he knew fishing is not his cuppa tea.