River Cruise

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I am trying to be positive about all things these days. So when I caught not one bass this last river trip, I was still pleased. Why? I was pleased because I did a much better job casting accurately. When I started fishing over 2 years ago, I was sure I would never be able to fish the Wacissa River. Never. It is an extremely difficult river to fish in my opinion. It is crystal clear with green growth all over. It is gorgeous. You have to land your lure just right to not scare the fish. I was pretty sure that was never going to happen. There were many times when I started (ok, sometimes it still happens) where my lure lands right next to me. I release WAY, way too soon. I never claimed to be a pro. I don’t think it will ever happen, but I am seeing progress and that is something to smile about.

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My husband isn’t Mr. Helper. I like that in a way because it is all up to me. He did call back to me and ask what all the huffing and puffing was about. I was getting hung up. As time went on and I was getting farther away from a fish, I seemed to be getting worse! Not better! Fishing is in your head as much as it is in your arms and wrist. I was loosing my patience with myself. He was patient with me and had a brilliant idea and handed me a new worm to try. I was switching between a frog and worm. I was just so sure I was twitching them just right. Bass fishing, in my humble opinion, is extremely difficult. You have to have finesse and style. You can’t just chunk that thing out there. It isn’t salt water.

Real worm on my lure!

Real worm on my lure!

I want a fish so bad it hurts. I feel like I am doing so well. I just know that with each cast, that will be the cast. Each time, I come up empty. Nothing. I keep at it. I can see them. I can literally see the bass not eating my lure. I am singing to them in my head. I am twitching my body with the lure. Sometimes I try to stand very still. I know that if they I can see them, they can see me. I pitch it as far as I can. I want to cheer when I hit the right spot. I don’t.  There were about 3 misses. My hook set was just a little off. I felt like those crazy golfers that throw their clubs, but of course, I don’t. It was me. My fault. We get to the bottom, where we have to turn around and nothing. I have nothing. He got a little dink, but still, I would’ve been over-joyed with his catch. Nothing for me. I know all the sayings. I won’t be defeated.

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The old Vanessa would have given up. I won’t give up. I know I did light years better than I ever thought I could have! I also, did not hook myself when un-weeding my worm a million times. That in itself is a win. How can you be sad when you are surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery God ever created. It is truly mind-blowing how beautiful the Wacissa River is. You can see everything swimming around under the water. It is almost like someone lifted the lid to look into the world below that is normally hidden. I can get distracted so easily. I scream, “baby turtle!” Travis screamed the same and it caught me off guard. I couldn’t help, but laugh. I had told him to be more excited about baby turtle sightings. He clearly humored me. IMG_20140605_033930

We took Wyatt, who LOVES the river. He gets to swim here. He also wanted to go in after a huge gator. I had to hold onto his collar so that both of us didn’t die. I am pretty sure I would go in after him if anything went down. Not like I could really do anything, but I would try if one of them was hurting my Wyatt. One the boat ride back we got on plane and Wyatt got on the front. It looked like he was surfing. He put his big ole paws on the edge. It worried me a little, but he had good balance. That was my favorite part of the trip. I love feeling the wind whipping past as I soak in the moment. I love enjoying nature with my favorite person. I can’t wait until Vivienne, our daughter, is old enough to go for longer periods of time. Sometimes, you don’t catch not one fish, but it is still a great experience. I learn something each time and grow as a fisherman. I also fill my mind with beautiful pictures of God’s creation.

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