After I notched another trade show under my belt, I
reflected on the show and what I like about the fishing industry. As I chatted
with one of the show company employee she relayed that she had never been
fishing or hunting. I felt sorry for she has not seen the world wake up or the struggle
for life in a secluded back water creek. Then the reflection turned to why I
wanted her to see these things. Life is a struggle and to view it is not to
live it. We as outdoorsman see the world in its most primal state and yet we
find beauty in the fight for life. Every aspect of our fishing and hunting
sport takes advantage of the basic survival instinct. Are morbid spectators or “top
of the food chain”? Everyone has a different answer to that question. For me I
can only say that I am a part of the dance, I in no way live in the disillusion
that I am top of the feed chain. Even in
all its savage glory the circle of life is a beautiful dance in and of itself.
This is the part of the fishing and hunting that I try to show to others.
Conveying my interpretation of the struggle of life helps me to better
appreciate and pay more attention. As humans we must teach and pass along
knowledge. Therefore I will take little miss trade show fishing and show her my
love of the outdoor world!
Several conversations held over the last week led me to this entry. Relationships, life, friends, work and life in general revolve around our evaluation of choices versus consequences yet we fail miserably at being honest with ourselves. Few know this horrible truth as well as I do but we sometimes cannot get past it. Why is it we can lay down our life for others but we do little to keep ourselves happy let alone make choices to make ourselves happy. It hit me when the call came and the voice on the other end was near complete and utter demise over a choice which to me was crystal clear. Without being the “I told you so” person I listened and allowed them to talk themselves into it. Very often we just need to “hear it come out of our own mouth” to truly grasp the reality of what lies ahead. Once the journey moved off the brink of oblivion to a “comfortable numbness of reality” the question I feared most was asked: “Why didn’t you tell me?” Five simple words that burn like fire and...
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