Sometimes life can be a real drag.
Wife recently left. Getting used to being a single Dad with my son and trying (in vain) to get used to only seeing my little Princess half of the time.
Then there's the financial side of the divorce....
Works been crazy and stressful. Trying to write grants, which if are unsuccessful will mean that half of my team will be without a job next year.
Then on top of all that, there was a death in the family.
Now, I'm not here for condolences or pity. This is life. Sometimes it's awesome, and sometimes it's the complete other end of the scale!
And let's face it, I'm far from the first person to go through this, and far from the last person.
I fell in love with fishing a few years ago. It's a great way to spend quality time with the kids (my son is with me 90% of my trips), and an outstanding form of stress relief.
The weather of late has prevented me from taking the boat out, and I've been going insane. So today, I said 'screw it all', and tossed my new rod (1-3kg 7' Strudwick Sofbodz) in the back of the car along with a bag containing a small container of jig heads, a couple of packets of plastics, and a couple of lures. I bailed out of work at about 3.30 and headed down to the Spit. Kicked off my shoes, grabbed my rod, and went walking along the beach on the back side, tossing lures as I went. Sand between the toes, and gentle waves lapping at my ankles.
I'd completely forgotten how relaxing this could be. With the boat, it's often about trying to catch fish (and enjoying the day, of course). Today, it was nothing other than relaxing. I wasn't even trying to catch anything. Just relaxing. I had a walk along the rock wall, and lost a few jig heads, but that's OK.
Had a couple of decent strikes, and landed one small flathead, which would have been very lucky to hit the 30cm mark. Hey, at least I 'blooded' the new rod! Can't complain about that!
No worries about fuel, bait, or cleaning the boat and gear. I think I'll be doing this again! Indeed, I think I'll be keeping a two-piece rod in the car from now on, just for when the world can kiss my ass!
So, the tally for the day:
1 massively undersized Flathead
and 1 very relaxed, and very pleased, fisherman.