Destination angling is the thing that dreams are made of. Like Clark Griswold, fly fishers sit in their cubicles and fantasize about premier trout rivers or bonefish flats. These legendary locales are built up such that the fish, the lodges, and the guides are placed in an entirely different piscatorial plane.

Often, it is true. It is worth it. It becomes a memorable experience to last a lifetime.

Don’t get me wrong: I’d take it. For right now? I’m quite content with  a pond full of bass and a simple canoe (with a cup holder).

So although I’m spending a few weeks in rural Virginia, and not on a Montana spring creek or in a Bahamian lodge, it is all good. It is good to be able to fish for a few minutes with the kids – even if they want to  fish for a few minutes only to say they fished. It is good to be able to fish for a few minutes by myself – even if it is only for a few minutes.

I’ve gone fishin’. Have a great week.