This past week I took a few days off to head to the U.P. on a fishing trip with three other men. Last year I went and the fishing was phenomenal, catching our limit just about every day. This year, however, would prove to be quite the opposite. We had it all planned out about a month earlier. The desire was to go on Memorial Weekend, but with so much going on that weekend it was decided that we should head up for the UP’s opening of walleye season. We arrived on Wednesday to be able to start right off Thursday morning. With hopes high we launched our boats prepared to fill them with walleye. Alas, that would not come to be. At the end of the day both boats ended up with a combined amount of three fish, none of which were keepers and none of which were walleye. That same trend would continue for two more days. The end count came to one keeper walleye and a perch – hardly enough for a one person fish fry. It was quite disheartening.
It’s easy to look at those results and all that time fishing and become aggravated or depressed, but there was much more to be thankful for than there really was to complain about.