sand flea
01-01-2005, 10:51 PM
Earlier this week I was hanging out with a buddy in a bar while I lamented the end of the fishing season. I thought about putting up my rods, spending Saturdays cleaning my reels and watching lame fishing shows.
How unfair is it that our hobby disappears for 1/4 of the year?
Then I thought of a line from Melville, where he talks about huddling under a blanket in the middle of winter. He feels sorry for the rich who can always afford to heat their rooms because they are always warm, and because they have never been cold they will never truly know what's it's like to be warm.
I think it may be the same for us (except for our southern brethren below the frost line ;) ). Just a thought, but perhaps that first tug on the line in late March will be sweeter because we'll have spent months wondering what it would feel like.
How unfair is it that our hobby disappears for 1/4 of the year?
Then I thought of a line from Melville, where he talks about huddling under a blanket in the middle of winter. He feels sorry for the rich who can always afford to heat their rooms because they are always warm, and because they have never been cold they will never truly know what's it's like to be warm.
I think it may be the same for us (except for our southern brethren below the frost line ;) ). Just a thought, but perhaps that first tug on the line in late March will be sweeter because we'll have spent months wondering what it would feel like.