With my father, brother-in-laws and I set to embark on our 21st Annual trip north on Friday morning, in search of the wily brook trout, I’d say I’m about giddy as a school girl right now..
Keeping a tradition alive for 21 years – especially a fishing one – isn’t always an easy task. Even when you’ve found a great spot and have spent a dozen or so years going there, things do have a way of changing over the years.
The key is learning to adapt and making all decisions as ‘a group’. So long as we continue to catch a few fish, have a nice spot to camp, enjoy a friendly game or two of horse-shoes and have a good time, then all is right with the world.
Sure, we went through years when the fish weren’t biting and years when they were practically jumping in the boat! Other times when the flies were bad and things would go awry, and then times when everything was a smooth as butter.
I think the important thing is just getting out there and doing it! By calling it a ‘tradition’ – as much a cliché as it is – I find you do your utmost to keep things alive. In today’s day and age, it is important to have the few days each year to unwind and relax in the splendour that is the Great Outdoors.
For all of you out there who do it, you’ll know what I mean. There’s just something special about being outdoors with family and friends in the magical time of rebirth.
I’d have to say, though, if the flies’ do turn out not to be bad, the fish are hitting big time, and the Habs are still on the radio, that would ok too..
Outdoorsguy