I got the email around three yesterday. My fishing buddies were planing a quick trip to our home waters, but I knew I couldn’t go.
Let me give a little bit of background information. About nine months ago my wife and I had our first baby girl. She’s healthy and happy and I’m a very lucky and proud Pa. My life changed in all the predictable ways. I get less sleep. I’m obsessed with Maurice Sendak–but it was my time spent angling that changed the most. I went from fishing around four times a week to fishing, maybe, once a week. I miss it. I wouldn’t trade it for what I have now, but I do miss it.
So as I played with my daughter I thought about what was out there: my buddies flinging flies back and forth, mayflies hovering with their haloed wings, and clumsily caddisflies stumbling across the surface of water. Oh–and the fish. I knew they’re out there too.
But I watched my daughter toss her head from side to side. I handed her a stuffed puppy which she accepted with her mouth in a perfect “O” shape.