I had visions of sweet potatoes and stuffing and pumpkin pie and beer. Who needed turkey. The tide now raced out and I trolled another jig through deep sandy holes hoping for another red on the return. And once more she sang and I grabbed my pole from the deck lines. Aha, a flounder.
Paddlers have it good.
We have a satisfaction, unmatched by others I think, of being on the water. We are on the water, above it, below it, part of it. It is like the joy of scuba diving. We are closer to our surroundings in our boats, allowing us to better hear, touch, see, feel and understand our ourselves and our relationship to the natural world. We take little away from the earth, only what we need.