A very young cowboy has a word for the day…perspective.
After driving over 100 miles this morning to reach The Eagle River near Wolcott, there was great anticipation of sizable rainbows and browns finding their way to the net.
It was not to be. Only one plump rainbow was fooled and then wind gusts reaching 45 m.p.h. began ripping through the Vail Valley.
What the heck…I’ll just accept this little trifle and drive an hour to The Blue River near Silverthorne. Hallelujah…no wind and the prettiest stretch of river one could imagine. Two hours later, this youngster trudged up the hill and headed home. The fish were having nothing to do with me.
So…what about perspective.
Well, here ya go. On the way to the river this morning, I glanced across the highway and saw a red truck that was totaled…smoke spewing from it like it had run over an IED. A man was running away from the vehicle as two motorists came to his aid. Ten yards ahead of the truck was a large deer whose poor timing caused this kerfuffle.
Perspective. Wind gusts and one measly fish are not so bad.
The second reminder struck me as I scaled the hill at The Blue River. It was five years ago after fishing the same stretch of water that a nasty fall resulted in a torn sub scapular tendon followed by surgery two days later.
The glass really was half full today when you think about it.
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