Fishing

I took this photo of an old gentleman trying his luck fishing at the dam in Montello, Wisconsin.

As I watched him enjoying a warm, sunny day of fishing, I realized how much I missed fishing. So I went home and dug out my fishing pole. The following week I was back at the Montello Dam dropping my line in the water.

Thing is, I don’t keep the fish I catch. It’s not the fish I’m after. It’s the peace I get while watching my bobber float peacefully on the water and listening to the water flow over the dam.

Now if I could figure out how to get a hammock down by the water I’d be in fisherman heaven.