Being outdoors is as natural to me as breathing. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have the opportunity to venture out from time to time. I'm thankful my family enjoys fishing and hunting as much as I do, and I'm hoping to do more of it this year than I ever have.
Over the past few months, we've been doing a LOT of fishing. Since my homeschooling days, I don't get to get on my blog as often, and the topics I cover have somewhat changed. I'm hoping, however, to get back to my roots and start incorporating my outdoor life with healthy living and eating habits. First and foremost, I'm thankful for my husband and children. They are the very air I breath and a blessing from God above.
A couple weeks back my, on a rainy day in Georgia, my husband, my children and I drove up to a beautiful serene river in settled in the lower banks of the Northeast Georgia Mountains. We each had our fishing poles in hand and made a half-mile trek through the woods. The ground was damp, and if you know anything about river banks, damp weather... you know the scent was a refreshing somewhat bittersweet aroma. I knew as soon as I got a whiff... it was going to be a good day. Freshness, clean and the damp feel you get right after a good rain cooled my warm skin.
My husband was the first to catch a beautiful pan-size rainbow trout, then my son, my two daughters... I was beginning to think I had been bitten by the bug. You know the one, the one where everyone around you is getting nibbles, bites or catching a few and you haven't even had not one single fish show an interest...
Then it hit... I felt it. As soon as it hit I could tell it was going to be a fish of good size. As I yanked on the rod my feet dug up in the damp muck and I began to slide. I pulled back and reeled my rod a bit... bouncing across the water, in and out, was a beautiful rainbow trout. All but falling on my but, I reached out to my oldest daughter to help... grab hold, I'm about to fall. She did. She grabbed hold of me and I reeled in a beauty. The biggest fish of the day... only... the photographer was preoccupied... that'd be me... so no pictures were taken. Too busy trying to stay on my feet instead of slipping down an embankment or straight into the creek.
Woohoo... Fishing is fun. It's not just for the adrenaline rush you get each time you snag one either. It's for those moments you have stories and adventures to share with your loved ones for a lifetime.
Our next fishing trip will happen soon enough... but as for now, I'm working my way back into writing about each small adventure at a time. I've stepped away for a while, my kids are almost grown, and homeschooling is a thing of the past. Now I work in a public school with other children's children and I have the chance to let them see a part of the outdoors vicariously through me. Hopefully... just maybe... they'll see something they like.
Over the past few months, we've been doing a LOT of fishing. Since my homeschooling days, I don't get to get on my blog as often, and the topics I cover have somewhat changed. I'm hoping, however, to get back to my roots and start incorporating my outdoor life with healthy living and eating habits. First and foremost, I'm thankful for my husband and children. They are the very air I breath and a blessing from God above.
A couple weeks back my, on a rainy day in Georgia, my husband, my children and I drove up to a beautiful serene river in settled in the lower banks of the Northeast Georgia Mountains. We each had our fishing poles in hand and made a half-mile trek through the woods. The ground was damp, and if you know anything about river banks, damp weather... you know the scent was a refreshing somewhat bittersweet aroma. I knew as soon as I got a whiff... it was going to be a good day. Freshness, clean and the damp feel you get right after a good rain cooled my warm skin.
My husband was the first to catch a beautiful pan-size rainbow trout, then my son, my two daughters... I was beginning to think I had been bitten by the bug. You know the one, the one where everyone around you is getting nibbles, bites or catching a few and you haven't even had not one single fish show an interest...
Then it hit... I felt it. As soon as it hit I could tell it was going to be a fish of good size. As I yanked on the rod my feet dug up in the damp muck and I began to slide. I pulled back and reeled my rod a bit... bouncing across the water, in and out, was a beautiful rainbow trout. All but falling on my but, I reached out to my oldest daughter to help... grab hold, I'm about to fall. She did. She grabbed hold of me and I reeled in a beauty. The biggest fish of the day... only... the photographer was preoccupied... that'd be me... so no pictures were taken. Too busy trying to stay on my feet instead of slipping down an embankment or straight into the creek.
Woohoo... Fishing is fun. It's not just for the adrenaline rush you get each time you snag one either. It's for those moments you have stories and adventures to share with your loved ones for a lifetime.
Our next fishing trip will happen soon enough... but as for now, I'm working my way back into writing about each small adventure at a time. I've stepped away for a while, my kids are almost grown, and homeschooling is a thing of the past. Now I work in a public school with other children's children and I have the chance to let them see a part of the outdoors vicariously through me. Hopefully... just maybe... they'll see something they like.
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