So much to experience. Especially when it includes catching. The bite. The hook-set. The exploding river. The netting. The discovery whether kept [hatchery] or released [native] and oftentimes that doesn’t matter; it’s released.
The skills of the guides. Such a blessing with this part of it. The guides. In Washington, in Oregon and in Colorado. They know. They really do. What to use, where to fish. And especially the boulders in the middle of rapids, huge and not too large rocks that always cast menacing glances and are almost always missed. Such a good thing.
Sharing the time when fishing with family and friends. Seems to me there are ALWAYS stories told/shared/fibbed [yes, that, too!] of the big ones that didn’t get away. About the 50 pounder, not a fib. About catching a limit in less than an hour, not a fib. About catching crawfish for me and my father at the age of 7. A memory in the cherish-file.
Ah, the memories.
There’s one part of fishing I hardly ever write about…and now it arrives: the quiet. The peace. The soft reflections. The beauty of the earth which is more than a good idea. It is such a gift of God. The times to take deep breaths, maybe even sneak a snooze. To know “be still and know that I am God,” as offered by both holy scripture and the experience. At times a consolation, but also admonishment.
Thought of the marinating of life, the non-screaming, the non-lying [called false facts these days], the time when life and its essence are both real and indelible. This picture brings that. With Bob Ball, my wonderful Forks, Washington guide. You can see the bow of his drift boat on the left. But, far more. Such beauty of the Bogachiel River, the sun splashing its light on the river and the trees. The quiet. The subtle rippling river flow. The moment when Shalom, God’s peace, the inner peace and well-being in the soul, are so real. So very real. And life itself dances in the heart.
What I wish? I wish for each of you to have such moments…where and when it can happen. When the quiet has a voice that assures us we matter, especially to God. Especially to God…