March 12, 2015

Someday Your Story Will Be Told

This morning I was gearing up to go fishing.  It was still dark and cold.  I turned the smallest light on in the house so I wouldn't wake my family.  The morning light was not bright but the tiny light shined quite brightly on me and I evaluated myself and my gear..

When I looked at my gloves, I thought they were terribly inadequate with all their holes and wear marks.  The light bulb in my head went on.  I was just like my gloves.

Fifty years of fishing in the driftless area has a way of wearing your equipment out and indirectly wearing you out. My recent surgeries have had me feeling just like that worn and tattered glove.

I still look on the horizon and think about the next big trout.  I may be tattered and worn but I can still dream.

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