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That’s why it’s a beast. Slowly, incrementally this small influence grows into a controlling behemoth. The rheostat keeps turning up the heat and before you know it we have been overwhelmed.
Busy people snap. We fold under the constant pressure. Our health is compromised and our well-being slides into the realms of darkness.
Wise living means that we manage our stress. We can never get rid of it. It is a part of living to those who live to make a difference.
Fishing helps me cope. There are very few activities that I totally rest my mind from the heavy responsibilities on my daily plate. Some how this activity takes my soul to another place where I can recuperate, rejuvenate and restore.
Karl invited me to enjoy his ranch. I planned it into my schedule with delight. That kindness was one that I gladly welcomed.
This visitation was marked on my calendar and I protected it with administrative dexterity. Deftly I redirected other appointments and demanding issues around those dates. My smile grew wider as those days drew closer.
Finally, with my duties complete I drove West. My gear was neatly stowed in my pickup truck bed. The scenery of the civilization melted behind me. Now, the country engulfed me.
The next morning Gary and Klark picked me up in an ATV. We talked fishing all the way down to the lake. Strategy, tackle, technique and ideas flourished. The only noticeable thing missing were any promises. There is a reason why this activity is called “fishing” and NOT “catching”.
When we stopped on the shore, it was involuntary to pause. The view was captivating. Mirrored on the stone stilled lake water was the skyline of jade green trees, sparkling blue sky and lazy puffy cumulus clouds.
Stress-slaying relaxation was taking over. The kind of smile that emerges at such a moment is soulish. Deep within a revived spirit sings.
My tackle box offered many options. Scanning with experienced eyes I remembered that my quarry from a distant state had found a black and white rattletrap tantalizingly appetizing. Trying to read the waters I chose to retrieve my offering along a submerged tree.
The pull and tussle were familiar. An arching throbbing fishing rod tip was electrifying. Finally, after the catch the release showed domination and gratitude. Ah, so relaxing.
photo credit: brucefong cellphone photography