Let’s start by saying thank you for your patience. It has
been over six months since my last blog entry. Now a large part of this has to be pure laziness on my part,
but there have been a few hurdles to get over along the way. One of my email
addresses, which happens to be my social media address, was hacked into and
taken over. It took some time, but we finally have control and ownership back
on the social media pages.
Now dear reader, to be honest with you. My biggest problem
when it comes to writing these blogs is the inspiration to do so. This is down
to seeing other people catching “once in a lifetime” fish in the spot I fished
and only got some small, or insignificant fish. It feels like I have been
getting some bad luck when it comes to catching those big fish. Believe me, I
tried. It is thus hard to find the words to talk about small bluegill as if
it is some kind of trophy fish.
I look around and find myself in the trap that so many
fishermen fall into. The moment you only care about or only enjoy catching
those ten-pound fish, that’s when you lose sight of the things that actually
matter. Just like your first catch, each catch should be cherished and
appreciated for what it is. Even catching a small fish is a success and that fish
deserves the care and treatment all fish should have. It is the entire
experience that should be valued, not just a fish.
Not all people are the same, and thus you are free to
disagree with my statements. For me, it is seeing Lake Mead shrink before my
eyes that stirs something. As in the picture above, water levels and fishing
spots are constantly changing. It can be frustrating to overcome these
challenges at times. But it is the privilege I have to fish Lake Mead that
should be the kick to get out there and try to get some fish while I still can.
It is easy to take the small things for granted, just remember that small things
do add up.
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