So the other morning I went fishing (again). This has become a morning ritual lately. I get off work at 6am and go to my favorite spot at a little pond close to my house. Rainbow trout, are abundant in that pond, and easy to catch. Well a friend asked why I go to this pond and not others and I answered "because I like it there, the fish are there and easy." The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was comfortable. I didn't want to venture out becuase I had found a spot where I had caught fish and had grown to learn the way of that pond. I had been fishing at that perticular pond since I was 6 years old and never questioned it before.
Well I asked my friend where he fished and after a little while longer of talking we decided to go find a new spot on Shasta lake. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea but was so determined to spread my wings I went for it. So I found that he was a bass fisherman, a differant type of fish I had only tried a few times, with little luck. He teased me about it saying "Bass put up more of a fight and are craftier than trout. Your a lazy fisherman so you settle for trout." Again a perspective I read into way beyond fishing. CRUD!! That was it I was going deep see fishing!! no I wasn't doing that but agreed that Bass could be interesting.
I get off work at 6am pick him up and we head for Lake Shasta. What a beautifull sight at 6:30AM! so I pull to one of the boat ramps. He says oh no the good fish are futher in. Ok we drive in a little more. We get out of the car and we start to walk. We walked 3 miles into the woods. (Yeah I didn't plan that!) Where we came to the train trecel, he said that the fish like to hover around the pillars that go into the water, supporting the train tracks. We should fish here. Ok sounds good. Now anyone who knows me knows I am terrified of heights! I hate it!
We start down this little hill which looks to me like a scene from Vertical Limit. As I am walking down this hill I am freaking out. I can just picture myself tumbling down the bank and into the cold water. Of course my friend starts vaulting down like the rock climbing pro that he is! Ok Ok only another, 250 feet and than a easy 100 feet to the water. I can do this I can do this. My knees are shaking, I want to cry. He's at the bottom now, "whats taking so long?" If I don't ring his neck when I get there it'll be a miracle! Just about now I am on the verge of giving up, I hate heights and I can't do it. Im to heavy, clumsy and scared. I just can't. It hits me, I haven't asked for any help. So I take a deep breath, and ask god
"Lord, I can't do this on my own. Be my legs as I walk this hill. Hold my hand to keep me steady, Be my wisdom to avoid loose rocks. I am trusting in you lord to carry me down." Step after step on steady legs I was down the hill. He couldn't believe it. My friend was at a loss for words. He said he looked at one point and I was still way up the side and the next I was next to him. I just smiled and said, I put it in gods hands. He rolled his eyes.
We fished for a good 3-4 hours and had a blast. He caught 2 bass and well I didn't catch any but that's ok. I had the best time and I will be practicing a lot more now. Not to mention I will be exploring differant areas to fish. Because I am not a lazy fisherwoman.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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