The poem below that my wife wrote says it all for me!!
A "Reel" Passion
He can barely see his hands in front of his face as he blindly yet mechanically rigs his gear.
The sun is almost up and he knows the specs will be biting close in this time of year.
He turns his cap backwards, and braces himself for the spray of cold water as he gets on step.
"Adjust trim tabs, standing by on channel 16, John Conlee CD on and the G.P.S. is set".
His heart races anticipating anchoring at his newly discovered "secret spot".
"Now who is this moron eyeing my location and coming in way too hot".
He casts to the west but his eyes are competitively watching the invader anchored at his bow.
A bite!... Set the hook; a sly southward glance, and a silent "How do you like me now?"
A beer, some sandwiches, the legal limit, and salt on his sun-chaffed lips,
Yes, lock in these coordinates: This was surely one of his best spec trips.
But the day became perfect watching porpoises as he came back in through the canal during a light, sunny rain....
Gleaming down at his little boy who was already begging,
"Daddy, when can we do this again?"
Andrea 2003
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