Fly-fishing, Fourth of July, and Taking It Easy

As I type this, I have exactly thirty minutes. Until what, you ask? Until tomorrow.

I promised Questing Parson today -- we had lunch -- that I would post this evening. The clock is ticking. I believe my exact words to him were "I'll blog before tomorrow if it kills me."

To be fair, I had intended to blog on the Fourth of July. However, there was no internet access whatsoever where I spent the weekend. That's my excuse. And I'm sticking to it.

It was nice, though, to spend the weekend relaxing.

For the first time in my life, I actually caught fish when I went fishing. It was brilliantly wonderful. I caught five (or six, depending on certain variables) in the course of two hours. And I did it all with a fly-rod. Granted, my dad was steering the canoe. But casting and reeling in the rod was all me. Once you set aside the fact that I didn't unhook the fish myself, I was a veritable fly-fisherwoman.

I get why people fish. I can understand the appeal of hanging a "Gone Fishing" sign on the door and spending the day with a fly-rod in hand.

It's a shame people don't do that anymore. It's a shame people don't take an hour or two for lunch instead of scarfing down a sandwich at a desk. (Granted, it's a shame that not everyone could feasibly have the luxury of having a job to take a break from.)

Come fall, it'll be easy to get stuck in the grind of classes, work, etc.

I'll have to remember to hang the "Gone Fishing" sign every once in a while. Just like I'll have to remember to blog. :)

Comments

[A Lunch Partner]

:-)

[Allen G]

I won't pull 'em off the hook either, but I do bait my own. Badass, I know

[Scott]

True to your words, Hanging up the gone fishing board itself feels so great. Away from the madding crowd and the busy life the very thought of fishing itself is amazing.

[Questing Parson]

So, you're waiting for another lunch?

[Liny]

There is nothing even close to how it feels.

[Angela]

Don't you think it is time for a quarterly posting????