I have always Gone Fishin, whether it is in my head or in real life.
I have fond memories of being with my dad, especially when we were fishing together. There was nothing better when you are a child and you see your dad reel in a big rainbow trout right out of the Pecos River. I have brought in my share of rainbow trout but never as big as the one dad brought in. I think the Pecos River above the little town of Peco, New Mexico is my idea of heaven. The first time I saw it I just stood there in awe of the beauty. The beauty of the mountains, the beauty of the river running through it. It’s a place where you can clear your head and get away from the rat race. You can breathe there, and smell the freshness.
Lying in bed in a little cabin that we rented for a week, you can hear the water of the river. I think that was the best sleep I have ever had. Being away from the city for a whole week can do a lot to a person’s soul. It gives me the feeling of remembering the good times that I had with my dad fishing in that river.
Camping as a Boy Scout.
When I was young I was a member of the Boy Scouts. My dad was the scout leader. We would go on scouting trips. Sometimes it would be just for the weekend or a whole week. We did a week on the Holy Ghost River which is a tributary to the Pecos River. We would set up camp with our homemade tube tents, that were just big enough to hold one person. At night it would get freezing cold in those little plastic tents but at least we had nice warm sleep bags to sleep in. During the day we would gather firewood for our fires, fish, or play games. I remember we had a true football game. The adults would play with us. I remember my dad running with the football. What we didn’t know was the meadow that we were playing in Was full of cow patties. Well, dad was running with the football, stepped in a cow patty, and slid halfway across that meadow. Needless to say, he had cow patty all up his side. All the guys died laughing.
The Pecos River is a Gone Fishin kind of place.
That football game was a long, long time ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Sorry guys the tears are welling up. My dad taught me how to fly fish but I will tell you I am no expert. My life is not like the “A River Runs Through It” type of life. But I have my memories. Memories are good for the soul and spirit. He taught me how to tie flies, how to secure them to your line, how to cast the line without getting it tangled in the trees behind you. There is the best way to clean the fish and how to cook it.
Claim your memories
All of us have memories good or bad. You need to keep your memories to keep your soul and spirit alive. Without memories, you are dead inside. I bet if you would read a book about uplifting your soul, you would remember a good time that you had in your life. Gone Fishin is a good memory to have.
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