It’s been exactly 5 months since my last fishing trip (saltwater flyfishing on the reefs of Los Roches, Venezuela), and to be perfectly honest, I’m having withdrawal symptoms.
I think about casting, keeping my wrist stiff, not dropping the rod tip on my back cast, all while I’m on the underground train going to a business meeting. I can’t pass a small stream, a city canal, a culvert, even a drainage ditch and not stop and look for the best places a fat trout might hang out. This is really sick, but in the swirl of the toilet bowl I wonder which riffle would hold the biggest fish!
And I know I am not the only one who thinks these things. For those of you who don’t understand fishing, just pass it off as a momentary bit of insanity. But for the few of you out there reading this who do understand, I have probably hit a primeval nerve, triggered a long dormant DNA reaction, or worse yet, opened Pandora’s creel! Out come all the longings, the cacophony of memories of trips past, present and future. We remember every great cast, every fish caught, and especially the one’s waiting to be stalked, challenged and landed, all to be released to continue their darting life among the currents.
When’s my next trip? It’s not been planned yet. Maybe back to Kamchatka for monster rainbow trout or never-before fished Steelhead; maybe another self-guided trip down a wild Alaskan river trying to avoid the Grizzly bears; or maybe to Belize to hunt for Tarpon, Bonefish and Permit (a Grand Slam). Dreaming is the next best thing to being there.
Where is your next trip to indulge your passion and rejuvenate your spirit?
How can you be a great leader if you don’t take time to rejuvenate your very essence? Whatever your passions outside of work, they are critical to your personal wellbeing, and the wellbeing of your entire organization. After all, organizations are shadows of their leaders!
Tight Lines . . .