It’s the simple things in life that matter most to you.
I went out on a short fishing excursion with some friends from church. The goal was to catch a big fish. I got one.
Big guy. Twenty two inches in all his glory. My proudest moment.
I’ve learned the angler’s touch by letting fish do what they want.
Want to go lower with my hook in your mouth? No problem. Just come back later.
To fight a fish, you learn not to fight. As in life.
One of my happiest memories. The bar is now raised. Appetites are never really satisfied.
Time for bigger fish.
