Been fishing hard in the boat recently & getting my tail kicked out there. Last night I was collapsed in my easy chair & my granddaughter calls at 10PM, and says "I'm bored, let's go on an adventure."
There's usually about a thousand things my grandkids would rather do than go fishing. So when they call, my general policy is "let's roll". Tied up two rigs and 30 minutes later, we were stumbling down a deer trail to the river in the moonlight.
Right away, she caught a rock. I caught a tree. Fishing at night can be clumsy. I was about ready to throw my rod down and go back to my TV and then she said "Hey, I'm pretty sure I got a bite." A few casts later I got bit. Game on.
Didn't really expect to catch anything. Walking home and looking at the peaks of the Sangre de Cristo wilderness lit up in moonlight is better than anything you could ever find on Netflix. Most of my fishing trips are forgettable. The ones that I'll remember forever keep me going out there.
