Introduction
The outdoors has special meaning to me. I caught my first fish at age 4 and shot my first duck at age 9. Nearly four decades later I still get excited when I get to spend any time outdoors. A lot has changed during that time but the anticipation and experiences are still similar and just as exciting. It’s a great place to be....Read More
These days I enjoy many different types of hunting. I’m an avid, some might say rabid, waterfowler. I love to bowhunt and have traveled the country doing so for various big game species, although I’m fairly content with Kansas whitetails and turkeys now. And when it’s not hunting season I’m usually fishing. I love to fish for walleye, crappie and channel catfish. I’m at home on the front of my boat on a big reservoir or wading a small Flint Hills stream. It’s all good.
Throw in a recent bout with the trapping bug and decades of camping with family and friends and it’s obvious I have an addiction for the outdoors.
Many of my most memorable outdoor experiences in recent years have centered on those with my children. My 18-year-old daughter and twin 12-year-old boys have been a major part of my outings. Watching their eyes light up as they realize the wonders of Mother Nature and her bounty likely has even more meaning than my own personal satisfaction. Spending quality time with them outdoors carries significant and substantial meaning, no matter what we’re doing.
In this Blog I’ll attempt to relay some of the enjoyment and satisfaction I get from being outdoors. Topics covered will be broad in scope and run the gamut. It’s all fair game. If you can sit at your computer and read a particular entry and it stirs you to try it, or helps make your experience more enjoyable, I will be pleased. And if it does nothing more than make you smile or laugh that too, will please me. The outdoors is truly a great place to be!
Good luck!
Marc Murrell
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
CHILD-LIKE DETERMINATION
"Do you think I'll catch anything from shore, Dad?" Brandon asked about fishing from the bank.
"I doubt it as it's too shallow, the water's hot and the boat traffic is bad," I told him.
Undaunted by my less than encouraging prognosis, Brandon caught a crawdad by hand and pinched the tail off and baited his hook with it. He waded out to waist deep water and cast his pole. He let line out as he retreated to shore and wedged his rod into the roots of a Cottonwood tree and waited.
In less than 10 minutes his rod tip started bouncing. He grabbed the pole and the fight was on. His twin brother, sister, sister's boyfriend, mom and I were all cheering him on as the battle lasted about 5 minutes on the light rod and reel. Finally, he beached the 3-4 pound flopping, fat channel catfish and looked up at me smiling from ear-to-ear. He was truly proud of himself and his accomplishment.
"I guess it doesn't hurt to try, does it buddy?" I said smiling back.
The next morning Brandon was back at it as soon as he was awake. In short order, he caught a nice drum and a fat carp using the same technique.
In this instance, I'm glad Brandon didn't heed my advice. The fact he did it on his own made the moment even more enjoyable. He was proud of his accomplishment and I was proud of him for trying despite the odds.
Maybe I should tell him I don't think he could play quarterback for the New England Patriots or become President of the United States.....
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