Spring is always a busy time with lots going on so I felt the need to find an activity to clear my head. Something relaxing but not so much so that I fall asleep like I do laying in my hammock.
" To go fishing is to wash one's soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of the sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men--for all men are equal before fish." - Herbert Hoover. Couldn't have said it better myself....just what the doctor ordered. I donned my wellies and set out to catch me some fishies.
Our green friends tried a lot of special sports since they arrived in the big house: cockroach hunting, slug racing, worm striking, bubble bursting, iceball fighting, sim destroying, paper boat sailing, ... and more. But until now, fishing was an unknown thing for them!
