{"id":7764,"date":"2015-06-13T11:47:09","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:47:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7764"},"modified":"2015-06-13T11:47:09","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:47:09","slug":"luck","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/luck\/","title":{"rendered":"Luck"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Luck<\/p>\n<p>I never was much of a fisherman<br \/>\nuntil I fell in love with one.<br \/>\nEven then, I always carried a book,<br \/>\nsnacks, a thermos of coffee,<br \/>\nnotebook and pencils.<\/p>\n<p>He did what he could to keep it interesting.<br \/>\nWe bet on first fish in the boat,<br \/>\nbiggest fish,<br \/>\nmost fish.<br \/>\nHe usually won, and he wasn\u2019t always graceful<br \/>\nwhen he didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>He was more patient.<br \/>\nI treated fishing as an active sport\u2014casting,<br \/>\nretrieving lost lures,<br \/>\ncasting again.  And I learned<br \/>\nto relish the good luck:<br \/>\nan excellent crappie hole<br \/>\nsand bass feeding frenzie<br \/>\nthe hard fighter I let go to fight again<br \/>\nthe short story I sold about one rough day on the water<br \/>\nmy fishing man<\/p>\n<p>Once, he sacrificed his favorite pole to save me<br \/>\nwhen I fell out of the boat in a snaky creek.<br \/>\nLost my glasses, too.   Always figured<br \/>\nthere was a catfish down that creek<br \/>\nwho was suddenly able to see the difference<br \/>\nbetween a live worm and a hooked one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Luck I never was much of a fisherman until I fell in love with one. Even then, I always carried a book, snacks, a thermos of coffee, notebook and pencils. He did what he could to keep it interesting. We bet on first fish in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":665,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7764","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7764","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/665"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7764"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7764\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7782,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7764\/revisions\/7782"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7764"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7764"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7764"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}