Amongst all this DNR stuff and with the season just around the corner, I took a step back to recall what it all really means. Thought you might enjoy it.
I am 7-8 years old, it is 4:30 AM and mom and dad wake my sister (5-6) and I up from a dead sleep to head out to the lake for a day of fishing. Mom has made some fried egg sandwiches and has the fried chicken she made the day before in a basket for lunch.
Off we go to a little launch on Orchard Lake where we rent a boat and motor. I think Pop pays $10 or $15 for a day's rental from the little white building with all the pictures on the wall of big fish caught in the past for the lake. I remember thinking how one day I would have my picture up there. This was just one of many memorable moments etched in my mind from time spent with my folks fishing.
What does it really mean?
Little did I know that I would be this invovled and part of such a passion as bass fishing. I have met so many good friends and have made more memories to go with my old ones. At times I let the sport consume me. And has important as this sport is to me, there are those times when I lose sight of why I do it. The time, aggrevation, money, broken rigs, and I could go on and on...
Then one day I wake up early on a Saturday morning. My wife made some fried egg sandwiches and my son is rubbing his eyes has he wakes up while it is still dark outside. On this day, I spend my time watching my son reel in a fish with a smile from ear to ear...
...then I realize this is what it all means.
Thanks mom and dad.
I am 7-8 years old, it is 4:30 AM and mom and dad wake my sister (5-6) and I up from a dead sleep to head out to the lake for a day of fishing. Mom has made some fried egg sandwiches and has the fried chicken she made the day before in a basket for lunch.
Off we go to a little launch on Orchard Lake where we rent a boat and motor. I think Pop pays $10 or $15 for a day's rental from the little white building with all the pictures on the wall of big fish caught in the past for the lake. I remember thinking how one day I would have my picture up there. This was just one of many memorable moments etched in my mind from time spent with my folks fishing.
What does it really mean?
Little did I know that I would be this invovled and part of such a passion as bass fishing. I have met so many good friends and have made more memories to go with my old ones. At times I let the sport consume me. And has important as this sport is to me, there are those times when I lose sight of why I do it. The time, aggrevation, money, broken rigs, and I could go on and on...
Then one day I wake up early on a Saturday morning. My wife made some fried egg sandwiches and my son is rubbing his eyes has he wakes up while it is still dark outside. On this day, I spend my time watching my son reel in a fish with a smile from ear to ear...
...then I realize this is what it all means.
Thanks mom and dad.