Fishers of...Frogs?

Dear Everyone,

Time is short, but I just passed one of the greatest days of my life. We came to Statte to pass P-Day with the elders here Elder Badger and Elder Embree. They had planned for us to have a barbeque at a campground and then go fishing for frogs. Both of these wonderful Elders took to heart the maxim to work hard and play hard. Four of the young adults from our ward came with Sister Teichert and I on the bus to arrive in Statte. We then enjoyed our barbeque to be followed by the elders and other boys taking on the frogs in the nearby river. They made fishing poles from long pieces of cane, string, and thumb tacks. Their plan was to use a type of cheese for bait. Sister Teichert and I went with the girls further down the river. Lo and behold! We caught two frogs with our bare hands, a bag, and a small cup. Shortly after our initial success, the band of fishers passed along the opposite bank. However, the fishing idea had not found success. They quickly changed tatics and strapped whatever sharp utinsels available to the end of the cane poles (ie. one cooking knife, butter knifes, and forks). Ironically, our current district leader, Elder Sloan, gave a district training a few weeks ago that the time has come to become hunters, not fishers of men. Instead of simply sitting and waiting for the fish to bite, we must follow the direction of the "tracks", or guidance of the Holy Ghost. Today, all of our elders took this training to heart. Unfortunately for the frogs, their methods were...a bit less humane then ours. In the end, we fulfilled the first of our district goals, decided by Elder Badger: 5 frogs. First objective has been accomplished. As all of our district will remain here in Taranto for the next transfer, we are prepared to work together to fulfill the others that await our efforts. They may lead to other memories than six young men stalking palm-sized frogs with home made spears fringed with an assortment of kitchen utinsels, yet I look forward to the great times yet to come.

Sorella Lovell