The Struggle Within. 06.20.14
I haven’t wrote an article in a while. Going back to school is tough. Going back to school with nothing but fishing on your mind is like a speed bump in a school zone with a speed limit of 15 mph. It’s hard that’s all I’m saying.
I consider I’ve had a good day when I survive the commute to and from charleston for class, get an hour workout in, see the ‘rents and get a few cast in before dark on the 16th hole. These fish are small, but they take bugs every time and give me the adrenaline rush I need to get by until I’m free for a high tide or a bonnethead trip to my favorite spots.
Still it’s hard to just get by with these little bass especially when you see friends post about their tarpon trip to the keys, or your buddy up in Montana that sends you snapchat pictures of streamer browns, or that one friend that has just recently become a guide in Colorado and spends each day on the river. Then there’s the St. Matthews boys that are killing the largemouths in ponds and on Santee. And if it’s not them it’s amberjack killing plugs on YouTube, LC teasing us with his amazing footage on Vimeo or Jeremy’s amazing pictures in the grass on charlestonfishing.com. I’ve wiped drool away from my mouth before while viewing Southern Fly Photography on Instagram. Speaking of Instagram, talk about being heart broken behind your desk as you scroll through the flyfishing hashtag.
Eventually, things play out. Until then though, the struggle is real.