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Had some free time...any thoughts would be appreciated.

I'll admit that I have a fishing problem, I can't seem to get enough time on the water. Some friends and family think I'm crazy and they just might be right. If the wind picks up real hard I envision a school of largemouth bass gorging themselves on bait fish being kicked around by waves. I see rain or snow in the forecast and my mind automatically thinks of those metro area reservoirs empty. No pleasure boaters, jet skiers, or rude uneithical fisherman. Just a placid body of water filled with actively feeding fish calling my name. Not even when I sleep does my fishing addiction slow down. When my eyes close I dream vividly of catching trophy fish the location and species changes nightly but they all have the same theme. Monster fish caught in beautiful settings such as twenty pound northern pike in the Canadian wilderness, or putting some muscle on a farm pond largemouth with nothing surrounding me but cattle. Hello my name is Eric and I am a fishaholic!!!
My grandfather who was patient enough to take me and my cousins fishing weekly was truly a saint. His tackle box was filled with baithooks, crankbaits, spoons, among many other things that went unused. My grandfather used nothing but a fly and a bubble, mosquitos and Adams were among his favorites. My cousin Jeremy and I could be slamming fish one right after another using spinners and my grandpa would just smile and continue to cast his fly and bubble. It was almost as if he didn't care if he was catching anything. For years I didn't understand why he wouldn't adapt to the conditions and give the fish what they wanted. Some days we would catch fish others we wouldn't but my grandpa always looked like he was loving every minute of it.
Sometimes I get so caught up in catching fish I forget why I'm spending time in the outdoors. It's like any addiction I take fishing in the same way a drunk gulps down whiskey, drinking far to fast to really taste anything. Maybe thats why my grandfather enjoyed fishing and they outdoors so much. Much like a connoisseur of fine wines he would enjoy every drop and only in moderation. Savoring every drink for a minute or two just to get the full flavor of the wine. Those afternoons spent fishing for bluegill, or small stream trout will never leave my mind. My grandpa past away years ago but sometimes when im fishing I'll get a whiff of his smell. It's a mixture of a freshly opened newspaper, coffee, and aftershave. It's like he's sitting right behind me enjoying they outdoors while I fish. Im sure I've caught more and bigger fish then grandpa ever did, but it will be decades before I understand fishing the way he did.

In loving memory of William F. Cassidy
 

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Keep fishing, keep his memory.
 
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