Spring A Time To Ponder Possibilities

It looks like after nine days that this pair of Osprey have the nest back in order. So I decided to take a break from pics go home early and take my gal fishing.

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As a boy fishing, learning about fishing, was a passion. I mostly pursued this passion on my own. Delighted in the rare occasion my father would join me. Any time spent with Dad was a pleasure. Dad was a story teller and loved to share his adventures as a kid. Most times I heard these tall tales it was bouncing around in the seat beside him in one of his junk old trucks he made a living at hauling limestone. Dodging one of those damn joggers that might pop up in the worst locations on the narrow two lane road along the river outside New Hope, Pa. ” No wonder I cuss when a damn bike rider in speedos pops up on a narrow back road curve in today’s world .

“Hoping that Dad would stop somewhere and buy me a pack of Tasty Cake cupcakes, three in pack, then thinking how it was worth having all the folks rub the top of my crew cut, boy that bugged me as a snot nosed youngin.

Dad would always start talking about the Jersey Devil as we pushed through the underbrush on our way to the crick before daylight.

Ahh, I get too sidetracked to spin a tale you see, Dad could stay focused and lead me right back to his youth. By the end of his yarn I could almost see his pals, Stumpy Perkins and Hermie Teschner carrying  Muscles Jurnigan through the woods after shooting his self in the foot while coon hunting. I learned to love the names of those folks I never got to meet.

I do know that life even in the latter years is full of possibility. So much to do if you choose to get out and go. So I gathered up my gal and went fishing in the beautiful warm, windy, spring afternoon. We caught a mess of trout. Look forward to a scrumptious meal tonight. Having once fished every day as a job, now on the rare occasion it is still special. What to do this coming spring. Garden, Golf, Repair, Photograph, Declutter, Fish, search for mushrooms, or just sit and watch the migrating birds as they pass through?

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Thought I might share the below pic of a couple I took fishing on their honeymoon, then on their yearly anniversaries after that. Both good fisherfolk. Always competing and enjoying time together. Even after I retired from fishing guiding I still would get a call when they hauled a boat down here and asked me to join them. Hope they are doing well. Might have to give them a call. A To Do list pleasure!

Rain all day today so may not post tomorrow…

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