Fishing Success And Joy Can Be Found At A Slow Pace

Thanks to all who reached out and sent notes of encouragement as I recuperate from a heart attack. I appreciate your thoughts, prayers, and kindness. While I am not fishing as much as usual, I am fishing, albeit under the tight supervision of Elliott (my son) and Brody (the amazing fish-finding and stock-trading dog).

On Saturday morning, I asked Brody if he wanted to go fishing. Typically, he responds by running to the back door and waiting for me. However, this time, Brody gave me a quizzical look and then jumped on the sofa. I took this to mean he wanted me to rest. So, I sat down next to him, and we watched fishing shows together.

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