One of my pleasures growing up was fishing. Truth is, I never outgrew it, just moved away from it. Being home for a while this summer and reconnecting with old friends has rekindled the joy of fresh water fishing again. Maybe part of it involves memories with my pop too. He loved fishing, and loved taking me along. Whatever the reasons, fishing in small lakes and rivers is a sort of zen that one never loses. Time stands still when you fish. Everything else just melts away.
Tonite I went out in the late afternoon and caught more bass and bluegills. Nothing large enough to take home. Just large enough to enjoy finding, landing, and releasing.
FISH AAAAHhhn!
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