Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Warder

Summit County, Colorado
Gary Lindstrom

The Warder

I was watching a movie that I got from Netflix this morning named, "Happy Go Lucky." It was about an single 30 year old elementary School teacher in London and her life. On a five scale I would give it a two. The critics said that no one is really that happy. I would disagree of course.

There were several exterior shots of London that reminded me of my time in England in 1962 1963 and 1964. I lived in a very small village called Godmanchester. It was in the county of Huntingdonshire that does not exist any more. It was near Cambridge in North Anglica about 60 miles north of London.

The Great River Ouse flows through Godmanchester and was about 200 yards from my house. I had to cross a bridge to get to the park near the river and the bridge still had machine gun emplacements from World War II.

I have never been a real fisherman but have always been fascinated with fishing. I had gone to the Base Exchange and bought a spinning rod outfit where they had the rod, the reel and lures in one package. I had no bait. I put the whole thing together and walked down the High Street to the park next to the machine gun emplacements on the river Ouse. I made a space on the bank of the river and started casting. In a few minutes an elderly gentleman appeared and was interested in who I was, where I lived and what I was doing. I told him that I was defending England against the Communist Threat of the Cold War. Not really. I told him that I was stationed at RAF Alconbury with the 10th Tactical Reconnaissance Wing, that I lived down the road on the High Street and I was just trying out my fishing equipment. The English are so very proper and polite. He did not laugh or tell me that I was an idiot to try to fish there but rather he chatted with me a couple of minutes and then left.

I told this story to an English friend of mine and he explained that the man was the Warder for the river. He was in fact the Fish and Game Warden. He did have a large shoulder bag and was wearing very high rubber boots. I guess I had a close brush with the law. I guess the only thing he could have charged me with was not knowing anything about fishing. g

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