being alive...

As a child I often dreaded the onslaught of the cold snow laden wintery months. The barren frigid cold, the solemn isolation and the decreased photo period would pay its toll on my youthful spirit. Funny how we evolve and our lifestyles and personal preferences change. I had one of the best days ever on the water recently. Not due to optimum conditions or number of fish but more so due in part to the entire collective package this day would deliver. The company of a gentlemen as equally irrational as I, the lengthy anticipation to fish home waters, the fresh powder blanket in the forest, the crisp grey winteresque sky, and the sense of complete and utter isolation all culminated into one of those days we often pray for but seldom get to experience. We all have our passions and we pursue them to the fullest but it is those special days when all the elements come together that we truly appreciate being alive.