For this guy and all our quirky moments.
For being lucky enough to catch something and then feel the joy of watching it swim away.
For nets full of our favorite trouts!
For parents who love adventure and beer as much as I do.
For reminders that all good things are wild and free.
So, I'm not a mom. Pretty happy with that at this point in my life. In fact, I might always be happy with that.
However, it is undeniable that I truly admire and look up to so many women who are. Especially those that get out and show their kids the wild.
Those who are breeding a whole new generation of "wilds" and conservationists.
I'm also a huge fan of any organization that helps those with cancer. Casting for Recovery is no exception.
The latest video put out by Orvis, promoting both moms and CFR is pretty amazing.
Here's to ladies and mom's everywhere.
If you haven't seen the film DamNation, go watch it.
Educate yourselves on dam removal.
Educate yourselves on what we owe the world, not what the world owes us.
“the thing i found offensive, the thing i hated about mohican-mountain-makers, gill-netters, poachers, whalehunters, strip-miners, herbicide-spewers, dam-erectors, nuclear-reactor-builders or anyone who lusted after flesh, meat, mineral, tree, pelt and dollar - including, first and foremost, myself - was the smug ingratitude, the attitude that assumed the world and its creatures owed us everything we could catch, shoot, tear out, alter, plunder, devour...and we owed the world nothing in return.”
― David James Duncan, The River Why
Last weekend Jacob and I decided it was time to get way out in the woods and spend the weekend there. We had someone to watch the "fur" babies and a weekend with no work. This was an opportunity we didn't want to pass up. Even with a threat of really uncomfortable weather looming all weekend, we decided we were tough.
Conclusion, we are tough.
The cold didn't get to us. We had braved much colder than 36.
The wind however was bound and determined to ruin our weekend, but of course we wouldn't let it.
Every night I was fairly certain that the wind was either going to blow us away or a tree was going to fall on the tent and destroy everything. Not a bad way to go, really.
Or, even worse, we were going to set Pisgah National Forest on fire.
But, none of those things happened.
No one blew away or fell in the river.
No hooks wound up in places they shouldn't.
No on drowned.
And fish were caught.