2024. It’s proven to be one of the worst years of fishing that I’ve ever experienced. It’s not that the fishing’s been bad when I’ve gone out, I just haven’t gone out much. It’s a “me” problem. Last time I fished was July. Last time I fished for trout was June. This is very unlike me. It’s now September, I’m losing daylight. Literally.
Things have simply gotten in the way, but it hasn’t been all bad. Lilly’s move to Ohio was exciting, oppressive heat and summer storms were distracting, time spent with family has been rewarding, and work, work, and more work has been time consuming. Last weekend I spent Labor Day in a location I could have gone fishing, perhaps even trout fishing, but opted to pass and just play tour guide for my wife.
The lack of fishing has impacted my previously resurgent writing here. Can’t write about what you’re just not experiencing. The creative juices just don’t flow as they should. Stagnant, like frog water. Certainly haven’t felt “Troutrageous!”
But I’m going to try and change that this weekend. Fish remain on the brain and one’s general disposition just isn’t right without a bent rod in recent memory. We’ll see how it goes. Positive attitude, gonna make it happen.