|First time Fly Fishing|
|PB 16" Rainbow Trout|
|Fishing with my love|
On the surface I can say that what fishing has given me is the ability and privilege to catch hundreds of fish throughout the years. This however would be the understatement of a lifetime. As of right now fishing has given me so much more and since this is my 100th post I figured I would cover some of the things that fishing has given me or returned to me that I would have lost had I not started fishing again.
Father and son
|Pops and his first Largemouth|
|My first fishing pole|
Perhaps the most important thing that fishing gave me back was my father. At some point when I was a teenager I thought I was too cool to hang out with my old man. Over time I noticed that our communication was stunted. We didn’t have a whole lot to talk about and so sometimes our time together was somewhat awkward especially since Ol’ Pops is kind of a quiet guy.
When I came back to fishing I would often ask him to get his license and come with me but it wasn’t until I came home with an 18” striper during summer that he decided it was time for his return. Our communication returned with old stories as well as conversation on how to catch striper. This eventually led to conversation about things other than fishing and led to a few heart to hearts with my dad that have changed our relationship forever. On a side note, my father had never caught a largemouth bass until I taught him what I had learned about bass. The student becomes the master! That of course is another post.
Drink one for me!
|Chico buddies at Usal Beach - 3/13|
I left Chico with a heavy heart. I had a large social group out there and I was coming to Woodland where I knew nobody but family. I went up to Chico to party a few times but it just wasn’t the same. After I began fishing and posting pictures of my catches, I realized most of my chico buddies were either outdoorsmen or willing/ wanting to start camping/fishing. Sure enough I began to reunite with them and continue to keep in touch with them and go camping and fishing.
Surrounded by my best friends that I just met today
|Mark from NCT|
|Me and Russell fly fishing the Yuba|
|Fly fishing Dry Creek|
I have breathed deep the unpolluted air of many fishing holes. I have allowed the water to soothe my soul. I have become dazed by patterns swirling in the water until they disappear and with them my anxieties. I have read the word of God, I have listened to music, I have had heart to hearts with friends and family. My eyes have been opened to a whole new world where the worries of my work desk and home life are processed on neutral ground. The sounds of water traveling and sunsets falling have given me peace during difficult situations, allowing me to sort through issues of the day. I have learned to relax.
I know this is an entire book you are reading here but if you are still with me, not just on this post, but on my blog I want to tell you that I appreciate you. My life has changed since I first stepped back out onto the banks and you have been along for the ride. You have read my experiences, given me tips and occasionally corrected me, you have commented on my words and pictures, you have gifted me flies and your time, you have fished with me and taught me more about fish. I am forever grateful to all of you who are reading this and to the sport that changed my life.