Thursday, March 27, 2008
When is enough, enough?
The 3 a.m. alarm tone came far too early this morning. After showering and loading up the gear I headed for the boarder to cross over into Michigan. This morning the border crossing agents seemed to question my intentions as if to tell me enough is enough. Well...at least I took it that way. While driving across the state I began to second guess my decision to fish today. I was only 1/2 in the game and would normally be pumped about what lied ahead. I began to speculate...Am I pushing myself too hard? Am I chasing after my passion too much? Have I become Obsessive Compulsive? A freak? LOL... I know some would be quick to answer yes to all those questions. But seriously...Today my head was not 100% in the game and it made me second guess why I was there. Perhaps it was feelings of guilt for skipping out on a meeting? Hopefully Norlands funk isn't contagious.
Arriving for first light I decided to make the best of the outing and give it a fair shake. The river was in mint condition with a slightly elevated flow from the previous days melt water. I really didn't expect a push of new fish and figured it was going to be spotty at best. In my favour was the fact that the river was mine. Not a sole in sight. If for nothing more than the solitude perhaps I would put my ill feelings to bed. Today I stretched my legs and managed to find some new water and once again came to the realization that Western MI truly is a beautiful place.