You forget about everything when a vicious, toothy, 25 lb fish attacks your 10 inch lure within 3 feet of your boat.
At that moment.............you do not care........that Kerry is surrounded by the likes of Whoopy Goldberg and other losers; that half of America blames the other half for increasing terrorism instead of blaming the terrorists themselves; that Bush is not saying most of what needs to be said at this moment in our history; that you need a haircut and have been too busy to get one; that sometimes as you get older, you spend inordinate amounts of time teaching your "superiors" how it is, before you can proceed with the actual mission at hand; that the summer is going too fast; that perfection is only at His level..ever; that you miss watching Deputy Dawg cartoons on a Saturday morning; that time passes softly like a cautious cat.
Chaos rules when the beast strikes at the boat. It is like a form of drug abuse...it keeps calling you back. Within the chaos and spontaneous terror is a odd moment of purity and clarity, which reveals the nature of things in perfect order; predator and prey as it should be, as it always is, in spite of the fact that some of us are completely incapable of recognizing that one simple constant in our universe.
I'm leaving early again, so I can be done early, so I can leave early, so I can arrive early, so I can begin early, so I can have the bejeezus scared out of me again...as soon as possible.
15 Muskies....
