Small Fish but Grand Times

It has been written, “I’ve gone fishing thousands of times in my life, and I have never once felt unlucky or poorly paid for those hours on the water.” To that I say, yes and amen.

It is never just the fish, or just the water, or just the sun, or just the breeze, or just the way light shimmers off the surface of water, or just the scents of spring, or just the splash of toads into the shallows, or just the tug on the line, or . . .

If it has to be explained, you probably should do something else, anyway, but I’ll be in at dark-thirty.

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