To some a thrilling sport
To others drudgery
To some a source of Joy
To others a waste of time
To some a sacred rhythm
A dance with life
Throwing the net into the waters
In the wee hours of the morning
While the world is at rest
Bringing up the shad
That will serve as bait
Fueling the boat
Checking the equipment
Choosing planer boards or balloons
Preparing for the hunt
Hoping for the one BIG FISH
The lines are cast
Dragging behind the boat
The trolling motor humming along
Gripping the pole with all your might
Reeling it in
Enjoying the fight
Grabbing the net
Removing the hook
Appreciating the beauty
Sizing it up visually
It’s a BIG ONE
Weighing and measuring
Taking the picture
Capturing this moment in time for the ages
The Lake gods have smiled upon us:
It’s the HOPE of One Fish
The stuff that tales are made of
Passed down over the years
Remembering it happened one day
The HOPE that it can happen again
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!
My brother in-law, Chuck, was nicknamed: One Fish by my late-husband, John. John relentlessly teased One Fish Chuck as they playfully bantered back and forth, returning from the hunt, a morning of fishing out on Lake Cumberland. He said Chuck was cursed to only catch one fish. They laughed hysterically as time after time when fishing with Chuck, they only caught one fish; but when John was by himself or with others, they would limit out feeling the Lake gods smile upon them which added to the taunting.
Chuck began fishing with Lance, a guide on Lake Cumberland and a dear friend of John’s last summer when we were able to begin new adventures here, when a new rhythm to life was revealed. Striper (Striped) Bass fishing is laborious, truly artful in the preparation, knowing where to go which coves and fingers hold the potential for a fruitful day.
Yesterday morning, Lance picked up Chuck and his friend, Dan, in front of the houseboat. Going to bed early the night before and anticipating the potential for the day, Chuck leapt out of bed at 4a.m. ready for the joy of the hunt come what may. Some days you come back empty-handed and some days you limit out so it is essential to enjoy the unfolding adventure: the sun rising over Wolf Creek Dam, the stillness of the waters, the guides radioing each other giving updates on where the fish are biting and where they aren’t, telling tales of the fishing expeditions with John over the years, soaking in the quiet that goes to another level washing away the hectic pace of every day life.
2 hours later, Chuck returned VICTORIOUS!!! My sister and I, along with all the guides and fisherman on the dock still call Chuck One Fish but now, it will be for another reason. He caught the ONE FISH that sent the energy of HOPE to all the fisherman on every dock on Lake Cumberland. There had been an event on the lake about 5 years ago that killed all the big fish. But Chuck’s one BIG fish sent a shot of hope that continues to ring as everyone chats and smiles delighting in the possibility that there are more, that the big fish are returning.
The invitation this day is to see that the seemingly little things in life are BIG as they have the potential to remind others ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! We are people of miracles who forget this and live boxed in smallness whether by beliefs or attitudes. Let the valves OPEN within you allowing life to flow in ways that surprise and shock and delight you in discovering there is always more and ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE (truly!). Let this knowing rest within you. Feel excited by your experiences in life, doing what you have never done before and seeing life with fresh eyes. Live with an understanding that who you were yesterday isn’t who you are today as more is revealed simply by showing up each day. Let the vibration of HOPE companion you this day, this lifetime…a HOPEful heart welcomes the possibilities.