My mother exposed me very early on when she said, “I think you fish to immerse yourself in nature”.
But the deeper I went, the more I realized that fishing was an experience best shared and not grasped.

Because I fish, I have been blessed to:
see my wife’s smile as she held her first steelhead,
rejoice with my father as he caught his first king salmon,
witness my son’s wonder and awe of releasing a 30 lb king,
spend precious moments alone with my daughter,
gain many friends,
know a mentor (thanks GZ),
give thanks for the Lord’s provision
and gently release one of his wild creatures that I had the momentary pleasure and distinct honor to hold in my hand.

Fishing is my quest to discover what it means to be alive, to share with others, to feel connected and know that I am part of something greater than myself,
but most of all, to be humbled, that I might know of God’s grace to me.

Blessings to all of you crazy steelheaders. Happy New Year. The best is yet to come.
The nates are coming! The nates are coming!