It's That Time of Year Again...

Time to get up before the sun does, time to get that first good sunburn, time for my friend to hang a Rapala in his calf. Yep, that's right it's time for fishing again. I'm not sure why I do this completely frustrating hobby. And then I have a day where the fish are hitting the lure as soon as it hits the water. The fish are coming into the boat hand over fist. (I'm not even sure what that means) And I realize that is the payoff I've been waiting on. Plus the eating isn't bad either. But there are the days when absolutely nothing is biting. Those are the days when I wonder what the heck we're doing on the water. It seems like a huge waste of time to get up that early and burn the gas in the boat. But I step back and realize that it's all "time well wasted" to quote Brad Paisley. It's a disconnect from reality. It's a chance to forget about work and all it's bs. It's a chance to look around at nature. Fishing on a lake that's set in the middle of the mountains give me a chance to revel in God's handy work. It's time to sit on the lake and with every cast erase the self doubt and depressions from the previous week. It's a time to dedicate myself to something and with enough hard work see the rewards. I do fear that this obsession is only gonna get worse. I recently traded my motorcycle for a fishing boat. So now I don't have to wait for my fishing buddy with the boat to be off work. So as soon as all the registrations come back it'll be just about anytime I'm off. So much for productivity. But then again I guess productivity depends on the end goal. So I'll be productively escaping land and finding my sea legs.