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, August 23, 2011
SHE THINKS WE'RE JUST FISHING
I'm lost in her there holding that pink rod and reel...
I say Daddy loves you baby one more time...
And all this laughing, crying, smiling, dying here inside...
Is what I call living...
She ain't even thinking 'bout what's really going on right now...
But I guarantee this memory's a big'un...
And she thinks we're just fishing...
These are just a few lines of a song that hits really close to home. My daughter, Ashley, was 2 1/2 years old when she caught her first fish and I remember it like it was yesterday. Over the years we've been on many fishing trips together and they've all been special.
But in just the blink of an eye she grew up. Last weekend I moved her and a truckload of her stuff off to her first year of college. I wonder where time went. I miss her already and she's only been gone a few days.
Looking back I'm thankful we spent so much time together. Those memories are tucked away and will always be there. I get choked up every time I hear Adkins' song now and Ashley teases me about it. They're powerful words about the relationship between a daughter and a Dad. I'm really glad we went fishing.
I just read through the lyrics of this song and it definitely reminded me of the time I spent with my dad and grandpa out on the lake!
ReplyDeleteI definitely got a little choked up too, thank for sharing.