There’s Not A Lot Here folks

“The sun was in my eyes.  There were no fish in the sea.  They told me I should have been there yesterday/tomorrow…they were/will be really bitin’ then.  Wrong bait, I forgot to peel the shrimp (palm slap to forehead).”  The SWMBO has heard them all.  Excuses, reasons, justifications for not for filling someone else’s expectations…of success.

Every day that the sun was in my eyes, I enjoyed an incredible day, resplendent with golden light reflected as like on a shattered mirror, dancing over the bay; breezes that captured my line and bent it like a bow that pulled it gently back to shore.  Barefoot I stood on the shore, left foot planted in the cool, wet sand, the right in sun baked white powder, rod in hand I executed the wide arc of a cast…not the best, but the bait was out there.  In the ocean.

That day and every day I walked, drove or in any way ambulated to a body of water with the intention of getting a line wet…was a splendiferous day of fishing.  It may not have been a successful day of catching.  Fishing and catching are not mutually exclusive nor are they mutually inclusive.

Everyone has a bucket list, I guess and yes mine does have something about fishing/catching on it.  I want to be standing in a pristine mountain stream that flows with such force that maintaining balance (staying upright) has to be calculated in the cast.  I want the fly rod to be the most familiar tool I’ve ever held; because I made it, shaped the cork of the handle, wrapped ever strand of thread holding stainless steel guides in place; meticulously applied each layer of varnish.  I will carefully tie the newt that I will offer up to a 5 pound golden trout.

The thing about my bucket list, I haven’t listed sharing with anyone else.  Who could judge, who would I allow, to judge my good day of fishing.

I’m no where near the sea and a pristine stream, in Georgia(?); fishing is for another day…writing however…well, that’s a different kettle of fish.  Yes, that’s on the bucket list as well.

I am beginning to forget to have fun and in all honesty; there is no one that can really judge what is fun, for me…it might just have been a day the sun got in my eyes (he said with just a hint of a grin).

   

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