I enjoy fishing actually, used to do it with my grandfather when I would visit Illinois and hang out on the farm as a kid. However, it can get boring. Seeing nothing for hours, and sometimes going home empty handed, hopefully enjoying the time spent, in the scathing sun, with flies biting at your neck and finishing off a now, lukewarm Mt. Dew.
As an adult in the fast paced world we live in, I find that fishing is just the same as it ever was. However, even if you go home with nothing, or the best looking trout out there, one thing can be said... it's the process that is to be enjoyed along with the outcome. Disappointments and accolades aside.
So here I go. Fishing...
Reminds me of an old Sesame Street episode from my childhood actually. When Ernie and Bert go fishing, and Ernie keeps yelling, "HERE FISHY, FISHY, FISHY... HERE FISHY, FISHY, FISHY!" and as Bert scoffs, fishes come jumping into their boat!
Here's to hoping one lands in mine.