It’s not about the fish. I’d always heard that from fisherman. But never really experienced it until this trip. I’m at a house on a lake in Wisconsin, in one of the most beautiful parts of the country. It’s so quiet here, you can hear the fish jumping. The other day, I decided to try my hand at fishing. Nearest supermarket is 8 miles from here, so maybe I could catch my supper. That was thinking, anyway. I only caught one fish, and not a very big one (so much for supper, this little guy was barely a snack). But an unexpected bonus was an hour to just sit and enjoy the natural wonders of this spot. That, for me, was better than a fish fry. And maybe next time I’ll get a big one. They’re out there. Like I said, I can hear them.
