i know i’ve been slacking lately. but you should be out fishing anyway. the days are getting shorter already and soon you’ll be drowsy from tryptophan and buying stocking stuffers. get on it while you can.
i’ve spent the last 18 years, half of my life, in this one area… of this one state. i spent my college days here, i drank too much sometimes but also worked hard to get the grades that were expected of me. i met a girl. i learned the streams and rivers, i loved and i lost, i made and i broke promises, i succeeded and i failed. i curled up with that girl against a kerosene heater because we couldn’t afford our heating bill. i also watched her cry as we dumped out change and didn’t have enough to wash our clothes. i will always envy anyone that gets to fish more than i do but i have never bought into the whole idea of the “trout bum”. so i worked in air conditioned offices and in sweaty wood shops that sent me home dirty and counting my fingers at the end of every day. i got married. i read stories about people that are happy to die with only fish pictures to tell the story of who they were and i decided long ago that isn’t me. we spawned and i started to do dad things like coached teams, lead scouts and i sat through awkward dinners with the parents of my kids friends. i fished and i guided fishermen and i passed on what i could. i have known comfort in the familiar.
laying down roots is easy. if you haven’t already… don’t blink… because it can happen whether you are paying attention or not.
we have decided to pull up the foundation and head west. the dawn patrol team is getting a new headquarters and i am glad that i won’t be alone… the four of us are going to travel these unfamiliar roads together.
it’s not loaded with fish porn but it’s something we all gotta do before we make the first cast.