At 3:30 A.M, I couldn’t sleep. I guess with my brain halfway engaged with sleepiness and all that I begin to think about fishing, and sitting in a boat on a small lake. It would have been nice to go there for a little bit for real. A sleeping aid isn’t for me so my brain had to make up for my stubbornness and created a nice view of a glassy lake. Well, then I started thinking about who I would want in that boat. It was small.
Of all the people who I have met in my life, I guess I liked most of them. But it always gets down to that few that are most important. The ones you don’t have to talk much with in order to be understood, and the ones that laugh at what you are sure would not be funny to anyone else. And that comradeship of silence that talks for you, no need to speak really at all. Silence can be loud, and glorious. Communication without a word.
It has been a while since I’ve been fishing. Maybe that is why I went back so far to a pier, a lake, a minnow on a hook, and a long strong tug on the pole that popped up with…..(I thought the hard struggle meant that something grand was on the other end), everyone on the pier ran over to see, and…….it was trash from the lake.
Yep, life gets you like that too. The minnow doesn’t always get the scale bender. But it is supposed to be that way I think. Trying over and over forces you to be better. Starting over after the minnow lets you down is a good life philosophy, but you knew that all ready! You’ve been fishing!