With only a few bites here and there, we’re left to reminisce about the many fishing days we’ve enjoyed over the past months, the thrill of the fish we caught and the sting of those that got away. We also reflect on the special times spent fishing with friends, family, or both. These days remind us that fishing isn’t about the number of fish in the cooler, but the connections formed on the boat or the bank. On that final day, we often think back to years gone by—fishing with our children when they were small, or even further back, to when we were the children with a Zebco rod and reel in hand, fathers or grandfathers nearby, catching Pinfish and Croakers. Those were times we wish we could relive. But we can only carry them forward by taking our sons and grandchildren fishing, hoping they find the same joy we did at that young age.
Many thoughts surface on that last day of fishing. We recall the great times and the not-so-great ones, and together, they define the role fishing has played in our lives. We also think about those we’ve lost over the past year, the ones we once believed we’d always fish with. Now, there’s an empty space on the boat, and the laughter we once took for granted has fallen silent.
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