I woke up one morning last week and all of a sudden I’m 70 years old. Whoa! Where did the time go? Those sands in an hour glass are dropping faster than they did even a few years ago. The funny thing is, now a minute on the treadmill feels a lot longer than it ever did. But, everything beats the alternative.
So, what does a guy who turns 70 do? Well, this guy went fishing, and I managed to find myself a present in the form of a nice, resident smallmouth bass.
As long as I can put one foot in front of the other, tie a knot and cast a fly I’ll be on the water. Hopefully I will have a little story to tell when I reach 80.
Go out and fool a fish!
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