|Home sweet home - Elevation 0.0'|
|I will destroy your will to live!|
By age 14 (1988), I was done, D-O-N-E with fishing. Skateboards, surfboards, and impossible punk rock girls ruled my life. I honestly don't remember a single fishing outing between age 14 and 21. I don't remember thinking about fishing. Certainly didn't buy any tackle. I worked full-time on the water during the summers following my 20th and 21st birthdays, and yet, never fished. I started surfing a lot more seriously in 1995 (age 21), so at least I was spending significant time on the water. But not fishing.
|A perspective girlfriend for me, |
circa age 18-22.
Note: if you don't know what
this girl is doing, then you got
better grades than me in college.
|Typical Boone outdoorsman,|
although the actual guy is
my old intern from western PA.
Dr. Neal Lineback, was an old school sportsman (i.e. hunts deer with a black powder hand cannon) and floated me some decent flies, and thank God for that. Somehow, I started catching fish. Yeah, they were stocked rainbows. Shut up. I had some great fishing days on primitive wild waters, and equally great ones on well stocked trout streams close to campus. Before I knew it, my first year of graduate school was up (holla at ya 3.9 GPA!), and I was ready for a summer at the beach.
Would I find a dozen new girlfriends, giant waves, or a promising career sprouting from my lowly Wetland Technician position? Well maybe none of those, but I did get to spend a lot of time with one of my life's greatest loves............
|Photo by John Batchelder, Feathers and Fur Blog|