Beware of the Snare

Psalm 91:1
Author: Philip Harrelson
Topics: Bait, Expedition, Fishing, Gate, Owl, Snare, Tractor
Series: Old Testament Sermons


Psalms 91:1‑3  – “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.”  “I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.”  “ Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.”  KJV

Psalms 91:3  – “For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper, And from the deadly pestilence.”  New American Standard

Psalms 91:3  – “For he rescues you from every trap and protects you from the fatal plague.”  Living Bible


It had to be more than ten years ago, when I was invited along on a fishing expedition, if it could be called such.  Bro. Terry Mullen and Mr. Chumney invited me in the middle of winter, I think sometime in January to do a little “night fishing” as they called it.

I arrived at Madrid armed with a large cannister of hot chocolate about nine or ten o’clock on night and we climbed into Mr. Chumney’s pick-up and headed out.  We rode down several little farm roads and after about twenty minutes or so, I was lost as a hoot owl.  Finally, we turned off on a dirt road and followed this for what seemed to be four or five miles and then turned into a tractor trail and begin to creep along the bumps in the ruts.  We went for a mile or so and Mr. Chumney then leaned over and turned off his lights and we went on for another mile or so.  I asked him why he did that and he just grunted something about not being seen.  I should have known then that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We went on and finally he stopped.  It was pitch black.  I asked what are we stopping for and they told me that we need to get into the lake.  Bro. Mullen got out and with the assistance of a flashlight opened up a large gate and the truck creeped through it and then he locked the gate and got back in again.  It was freezing cold outside.  The temperature was in the single digits and the wind was blowing enough to “bust the bark” as they say.

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