I'm at home this morning, no fishing today. The kids are in school, Joanne is at work and the dog is currently watching me intently to see whether I'll rise and grab the leash.
With winter on the doorstep I find myself in a contemplative mood. It's been a good fall fishing wise, maybe even a great one.
That however has been offset by my uncles health. He was my angling mentor as a child and has always been my hero. Even now. Just before thanksgiving he was diagnosed with liver cancer and frankly is not doing very well.
We each deal with these situations as best we can. I find myself finding solace through the eyes of my children and their unabashed, untarnished view of life in general.
I've had my son out several times this fall and at 6 years old he's becoming an angler in his own right. Seeing him succeed and laughing at his excitement does my heart good.
I've had my share of success as well, fishing all corners of the map. Racking up several thousand kilometers on the truck and fishing all over Ontario and three different States in pursuit of steelhead.
Of course fishing with good friends has made the experience even better.
Hope, as always, springs eternal.
I think I'm going to take the dog out for a walk now.