Gone Fishing
I’m not very good at fishing.
I’ve read several books on it. I’ve purchased the right equipment. None of that seems to matter. I can’t catch a fish to save my soul.
I haven’t caught a fish in years. Yet.. I keep doing it.
This evening I went fishing with my dad and my grandmother. My dad cast out his line and caught a huge bass. A little while later, my grandma pulled in a respectably sized bass. I came home empty handed.
I guess I just like being out there by the water. Or in this case on a boat. I stand there and cast. Wait a bit and reel it back in. I feel the bait run across the weeds and the bottom. I focus my attention on the act of fishing. It requires just enough concentration to stop my mind from wandering. I just stand (or sit) and fish.
Empty handed or no, I can think of worse ways to spend an evening.
