Health issues, a shoulder injury and a new job have slowed down my fishing exploits considerably. Some where between my psyche, (soul, mind, or spirit) and my love of fishing, I lost interest in going fishing. I never thought that would be possible. I had lost a good friend and fishing buddy, and it just did not seem like I would enjoy the experiences of the past.
So I found myself making excuses for not putting a line in the water. I'm busy this weekend. I'd rather be watching football. It's raining to much, the stream will be blown out. I should visit my mom. So many excuses for avoiding my sport. Then days became weeks and weeks became years and here I am thinking about the satisfaction my past fishing had given me. The stream is calling me, as I write this blog, instead of putting my gear in the vehicle and going fishing for possibly the first time in about three years.
Now where did i put my fly rod?