It’s been a minute, folks! A three month long minute to be exact.
How are ya? Doing good?
A few months back I got a new dog, an ESH (emotional support heeler) to be exact. His name is Bernie, but he mostly goes by ‘The Bern.’ For months he’s forced me out of the sewing room and into the great outdoors, so he’s very much achieving his ESH status. Yesterday we took him on his first fishing adventure. I’m happy to report that he neither pulled me into the water or tried to eat a fish. In fact, he could care less about fishing. He was just really stoked to be out there.
And, I’ve got to say, I was, too. It’s been a long few months with no time spent on the water.
I’ve recently picked up a new mantra, “it’s only fly fishing.” I’m trying to apply it to my work life, and my river life. It’s not likely that I’m going to save a life with a rod bag, nor is anyone going to die without one. There are also going to be days where the ‘big fish’ gets away, I’ll get skunked, or I may not be able to fish for three months (guilty). All of that is okay.
My goal this year is to remember why I got into all this in the first place. It wasn’t for social media or rod bags. It was the pure joy of being outside, on the river, waving a stick.
