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Trout on the Cumberland
posted Wednesday, 8 February 2006
Went yesterday and caught a bunch. Okay I was just dreaming. As of this submission, I've easily spent the last 1,500 hours either sitting here in front of my computer or sitting in front of clients since I've last fished the south's greatest trout hole, the Cumberland River and I miss it desperately.
Fishing is my release. It is the only time that I can forget all about RSS, asp, Exchange, SEO - all the things that keep little Bradley in food and toys - and the value that release brings to my mind set is incalculable. When I'm fishing, I'm at peace with the world and at peace with myself and nothing else does that for me, even sex. Don't get me wrong, though. Sex is good. But I think about work when I'm supposed to be enjoying afterglow.
But I don't think about work when I'm fishing. Fishing makes me feel all wiggly inside. Thanks, God, for fishing.
Fishing is my release. It is the only time that I can forget all about RSS, asp, Exchange, SEO - all the things that keep little Bradley in food and toys - and the value that release brings to my mind set is incalculable. When I'm fishing, I'm at peace with the world and at peace with myself and nothing else does that for me, even sex. Don't get me wrong, though. Sex is good. But I think about work when I'm supposed to be enjoying afterglow.
But I don't think about work when I'm fishing. Fishing makes me feel all wiggly inside. Thanks, God, for fishing.
