Skip to main content

Beauty In The Struggle


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!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Close Your Eyes and See

I saw a poster the other day and it said we close our eyes to kiss, cry and dream. Unfortunately it did not sink in until I get frustrated, took a breath and closed my eyes. The wheels began to spin and I began to look back at some of the times in my life which truly molded me. From anger to yearning all of these (good or bad) held one simple tick: I closed my eyes. From birth we are taught to close your eyes and magic happens. Fast forward to puberty and we (thanks to Hollywood and sappy love stories) hold our breath, close our eyes and hope our kiss is requited. Then I began to remember the bad, the conflicts the anger and those times in which the monster looked back at me; and there is it. No matter how bad there always seemed to be that split second of clarity gleaned from my eyes being closed. Then we come to the core of ourselves, the inner spiritual realm that grounds use. No matter what we believe, feel or think we all close our eyes and ask for help. Now I am at a purely exist...

Why they call it falling

I guess Lee Ann Womack nailed it when she belted that song out. How many times have we been there? We say we are not going to fall for someone and then out of the blue, one little smile and its all out the window. Before we know what has happened we are picking ourselves up off the floor in pieces. More times that I would like to say, I have been hurt by caring too much.   Even more times than that I have sworn that I would not care and I would be ok with this one. Yet I continue to get hurt and am a friend to many who do the same thing. Is it so bad? I would rather go through life with pain than to live with nothing. Pain reminds me I am alive and that I still care. It is a burden to bare a life lived without emotions. We are creatures of love and compassion. We live our lives trying to be a part of something and more of that time is spent trying to care. We gauge ourselves and others on how they care. We almost set ourselves up to cause and feel pain. Many even try to end thing...

Stop running and do it

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...