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Saturday, November 26, 2022

Family Round Valley Fishing

Me, Matt, and his Mom set up foldout chairs and enjoyed the mild weather at the Valley for some three hours. Cloudless sky overhead, I told Matt the rainbows might be 50 feet deep. Maybe they just weren't passing by our Powerbait, but in any case, we never got a hit. Six lines out, varying depths.

I had taken an inviting attitude. I vaguely felt I might enjoy the afternoon. That we would. I get so involved in all else I'm busy with...it's not like I'm a technical genius, not at all, but I'm deep in research on how to build a Wordpress website...so busy that I forget how interesting and fulfilling a fishing trip is. 

Even when it's just throw Powerbait and wait. That wait loses all anxiety and little things become intensely interesting. They say an acid trip is the same way. I was sitting on the dry, dusty dirt--because, thankfully, we had only two foldout chairs--pulling clams from under the surface of the soil. Clams I couldn't open. Little ones. But just large enough to throw in the water, as if maybe I saved more than a dozen lives.  


 

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