Fishing

Fishing is probably the first real hobby I can remember.  Oddly I don't remember when it became a hobby.  It either started while fishing off the dock at Bay View, MI or at the pier at Gross Pointe Farms, MI.  I was fortunate to live near the water for much of my childhood.  The Great Lakes were a great place to become a good angler and I remember spending a huge amount of time with a line in the water.  When we moved to York, PA I still loved to fish but the fishing left a lot to be desired.  Eventually other hobbies trumped fishing and I went many years without catching a fish.  It wasn't until we bought our home in Charlotte that I got hooked (pun intended) on fishing again.  We have a large pond in our backyard stocked with bluegill and largemouth bass  Now I can be fishing within 5 minutes of deciding I want to go fishing.  This past summer on a trip to Maine I went on a chartered trip with my father in law, brother in law, and niece to catch stripped bass in the Kennebec River.  We caught several large fish but more importantly it was a day full of lasting memories.  That is the great thing about fishing.  Its not always about the fish you catch but about the time you spend with people waiting for the fish to bite.  My daughter appreciates fishing and I look forward to making more memories at the pond in our yard or wherever we catch the next one.

Until tomorrow,
Dave