The River Welcomes Me Back with Open Arms
Since my entry made almost 8 months ago, my line has barely been moistened. Other than the occasional couple hour respite with nothing other than a spat hook, or a broken leader from fish that refused to reveal themselves to show for my efforts, I haven't been anywhere near the places that I used to call home. Contrary to what you might expect, I did not live in complete and utter misery during my time away. I have discovered a new joy in this life, and that is fatherhood with the arrival of our son, Ethan. But even the most dedicated father needs to occasionally revisit the old places that brought him joy, passion, and the things that have come to define him as the person that his children will grow up to know and hopefully learn from. To me, fishing is one of these things.
The river is where I have spent countless hours in pursuit of truth, sanity, and these beautiful finned creatures; and today I returned to it, abeit for a brief moment.