Fishing, that beautiful pastime, known the world over, is a true laymen’s science. Filled with colorful terminology like, rooster tails, spinner bait, jigs, spin casters, etc. A person could spend a lifetime learning it all, and a life’s fortune on all the gear. And, you know what? You can have it!

I prefer to pursue what is commonly called fishin’, in my neck of the woods. We don’t say, “I’m going fishing.” We say, I am going fishin’. What is the difference, you might ask?

We, who go fishin’, leave all the fancy-smancy stuff behind. We are minimalists. We take a handful of gear, and a rod and reel, and set off into the wild. We prefer to spend our money on beer…I mean…bait! as in a can of minnows or worms. We like to settle in on a pleasant bank, and bobber fish. This is where you hook a…

Last year, on a blustery winter day, I had a cathartic experience. Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite cathartic. It was cathartic minus the “cath” which gave me an “ARCTIC” experience! My ankles were cold, and it suddenly hit me, they had been cold ALL DAY. Cold all day and I was suffering in silence, not even muttering to myself. So, I pondered this, and it occurred to me that I was putting my clothes on without any thought at all. Here, it was in the dead of winter, and I was wearing socks so thin, you could strain tea through them (but, thrust me, you wouldn’t want to)! I thought, there has to be a better way to live! So, I did a little research and guess what, I discovered wool socks!

I must candidly admit that I was coming to the wool garment club a bit late. It turns out, that…

“I wanted you to see what real courage is. Instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin. But you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”

— From, To Kill a Mockingbird