Don came home early from work yesterday so he could go fishing, and since there was too much on my desk to get finished anyway, I decided to go with him. I've never exactly taken to fishing. Unlike me, Don, who is a true fisherman, says every time he throws out the line, he's expecting to catch something. Go figure.
But fishing is a good excuse to be on the water, and it was a beautiful day for that. The only sounds were distant cows and crows, the zing of the line released from the rod, the "plop" of the lure hitting the surface of the lake, and the steady rhythmic sound of water lapping against the shore and the side of the boat.
On this trip, despite Don's expectations, we didn't come home with any fish for the pan, but what we did find was even better.
"Many men go fishing all of their liveswithout knowing it is not fish they are after."-Henry David Thoreau
