Okay have some honesty to share. I'm 36 years old as of last week. I've fished all over the globe at this point, caught fish that make my neck hackle stand on end just thinking about. There is one truth I've paid for with my own blood: It's not about the fish you catch, it's not about the animal you stalk and slay, it's not about racks, inches, weight, or score. It is about, and only about, the folks you spend your time with on the journey to accomplish all the previous mentioned.
A life looked back at, is measured in relationships built, kindled, and kept. Ironically I think there are a lot folks who will read this and interpret in a justified way, although that isn't even close to a northern pointing compass of my intent. But, by all means, if you find comfort in these words and your interpretation: take it.
Life is how you remember it. I'm going to consciously choose to make memories with people going forward who share a common moral sentiment. Making a new course for myself to invest in people. People willing to spend time with me doing things we have in mutual-common. I love to live Out-of-doors. Anything, that lets me forget the cube farm I spend my life in.Anything that takes me away from corporate BS that has become the loss of where we all found innocents on a dock with bobber, worm, and a hook without strings.
See, at my age and in new country - once old- I find myself alone again. I don't know anyone to fish with. I have lost connection after a decade to all those who used to fish, hunt, or spend their time not under roof.
Looking to find comfort in the one place who has accepted a would-be lonely-road bum such as myself, I face rejection. A few quotes from recent, "Sorry not what we're looking for now." After working a piece for two years. Change in the tides.
Next was, "You need to get used to rejection we all do." Then they went on to how boring the subject was and dont' get why I thought anyone would find interest in it......
Thing is after five years and a thousand rejections I've grown used to it, not numb to it.
I will never be a great writer, got that. I will never master our language, got that. I will never take an image that moves anyone other than my mother.. Which is a joke, because I could cure cancer and it will never make her stand up and take notice. I'm used to "all of it".
Thing is, I don't ask for anyone's acceptance, anyone sympathy, or pity. The one thing I do ask for is see what real life putting it out there tastes like. That is what our contributors do. There isn't anything other than 100% real lifestyle being contributed to our show.
Maybe that's not enough to get real companies interested in our little walk off the map? I wish it was. The people that give to SID free of charge deserve to be known. They deserve to be paid. They live it. Asking for more is pure gluttony.
We're not going to run; HOW-To's, What-to's, or Where-to's... it's just not the lifestyle. You can google; "Bugs for the Big Horn" or "How to Tie a Clinch Knot".... I mean come on ...
Also, we're not all guides.. hell I tried I was the worst guide in the planet. I just wanted rip the stick out of my clients hand for two summers and catch the F'N fish. Drove me crazy!
Owning that, we're not the rag for guys who guide, or guys who weekeend fish, heck we're not the ezine for the guy who fishes, hunts, or lives in doors more than out.
If it's a lifestyle you get it. Issue One. Issue when passion ends and I can't afford to publish anymore.
You take issue with that don't click page turn. There is no hiding here. Anything in that message rings true with you; Guess what, "We're you." You are SID and from one dad wishing he was fishing to you, "Thank you."