Learning how to fish has been an experience and I am grateful to John for having patience and teaching me. I do like fishing, but the one part of it that I keep saying I can’t get over is hurting the fish. I still haven’t been able to and it generally takes all the fun out of it for me. So I have decided to take a break from fishing for a while and go back to the way things were before. Back to my original fishing bag, filled with pens and notebooks and whatnot.
My original yellow fishing bag, the one I got off the clearance rack and have been carrying for two years. I am going to have to invest in another one, this one is now falling apart. (books are heavy.) Before I do I would like to point out this bag worked out really well for me. Although yellow is not my usual color, it is easy to write on with sharpie markers, which I did. Each new experience has recorded somehow on the bag. Like the day John caught his striper at the canal…
I also have on of my favorites written on the back. A poem by Shell Silverstein called Listen to the Mustn’ts.
So I am going back to simply enjoying nature.