I had a wonderful month down here fishing, filming, and making music. I healed up from the injury and unsettledness of 2020, rediscovered a sense of purpose, and recharged my body and soul in close communion with Nature. It’s good to have discovered a place where life makes sense to me, where I can abide peacefully and focus on inner things in inspiring settings. I’ll be back, but for now, the adventure of the wide-open West beckons me. Thin air and thick trout here I come! Rocky Mountain high all summer long.
On my last evening in the Everglades, all I wanted was to enjoy a home-cooked dinner of rice and beans and a fresh-caught bass, but that required catching another nice bass on demand. I applied all the skills and knowledge that I’ve developed over the past month and was back at camp in no time with a healthy bass pulled from the grass beds on a curly-tail plastic worm on a weighted hook.
Both my belly and heart feel full.