There are times when Art Johnson is my best preacher. He so nails the deeper truth. I think he owns a company that makes lemonade! I shared that I fished two days without even a hint there was a steelhead in either the Nestucca or Wilson River. The first day it was Zorba and I plying his skills. The second day Doug Roberts joined us.
The second day I hunched that God renamed me Noah, it rained that hard. At least if Zorba and Doug and I were into construction I’d know the length of a cubit.
I received this note from a favorite preacher. Just before I pondered the value of the last two days. Hey I could entitle them EMPTY NETS, trying to be biblically referencing. And to think, we did fish both sides of the boat.
From Art Johnson: “To take joy in the success of others… as good as it gets. Rain on the river, the putter of the outboard, the grey sky that dims our vision but not our hearts…a different type of experience, to be immersed in all the way and saved… for a sunny day. Morning Mark Henry
What strikes me (deliberate verb) is how much more than catching is fishing.
Yes, Doug caught a beautiful 10 pound steelhead. I rejoiced in that moment. But no less, rain or not, being on an Oregon coastal stream with my dear friend, Zorba, I know he gave his best, I know there was not an abundance of fish, but Art nets in the best part. Yes!
Tight lines everyone,
Here’s Doug with his [our] ten-pound winter hatchery steelhead: