I'm a proud Pappa!

I haven't posted anything about my kids in years. If you read back through older posts, you'll see Michael when he was a toddler, and Ethan on the day he was born. Well, my kids are 11 and 8 now, and Michael just graduated Elementary School! Congrats Michael. I am so proud of you and I hope you go on to do great things!

Love,
Dad

Cicada Sunday

I actually made plans to go fishing today. It felt good. I saw a few cicadas recently and decided to whip up a few bugs in hopes of finding some bass. After a morning of strawberry picking with the wife and kids, I hit the road in search of some nature and a few hours of forgetting about all the insanity in the world. 

Jack hasn’t really left his house since March except for a handful of times. He’s high risk for Covid and has to be careful due to his age. I was surprised he agreed to go with me and I was glad to have a fishing buddy for the day. We masked up and kept the windows down for the half a mile drive from his house to the spot. We then geared up, cracked a few beers, and hiked off to find some fish. 

I won’t share the spot because it’s special to me. It’s one of the places where I learned to fish. The gorgeous bass with the extra black markings on their sides are still there, the offspring of the beasts I caught and released as a kid. The spot is well preserved, and the only trace of another human was a small group we saw on horseback across the field. 

The cicada patterns worked. We brought some fish to hand, but nothing to brag about. It was just good to not feel like we were in the middle of a pandemic for a few hours. Happy Sunday. 

Times have changed

I saw a post on a fly fishing blogger group on Facebook today about a resurgence in blogging since Covid has impacted us. I then realized it's been about 2.5 years since my last blog post so I figured why not throw something up.

Time has definitely passed since I was dedicated to fishing nonstop and keeping this blog updated. Kids are now 8 and 11 (and today is the LAST day of Home Schooling!), my house has had a lot of upgrades done to it, I've gotten a promotion or two, and the world is currently in the biggest state of unrest I've seen in the 44 years of my life.

My fishing trips have, by default, been pushed to the side to make way for birthday parties, soccer games, and basketball practice. I do still get out fishing and I still tie flies. But with all the unrest, I don't think this platform needs more hero shots holding big brown trout. But then again, who am I kidding? the biggest thing I've caught this year was a 12 inch stocked trout.

What I will post here is this. If you're not a member of the POC community, they need your help. Start to think about what you can do to help. Can you march? Can you donate? Are you in the position to help create and change laws? Help is needed desperately. You can donate to the ACLU by clicking here.

Enough taking up internet space. Donate. Support your POC friends. Social Distance. Stay safe. Love each other.