The blues are just about gone now. We’re still seeing a few sassy shads come up with the tails nipped off, but not nearly as many. We haven’t seen any of the big migratory fish yet, but anticipate that some will be caught this weekend. I may try to put the big spread, planer boards and all, out on Sunday. Other than that there have been plenty of small rock around, with a few in the 10-12 pound range.
ON A SERIOUS NOTE: Last Saturday, on a particularly splendid fall day, I had the honor of being able to take out some war vets with some pretty serious injuries. It was part of a retreat that took place at Greenwell State Park in Hollywood, Maryland. It was a very moving experience. When I would hear about some IED going off in Iraq or Afghanistan, I might have heard “Two killed and four wounded” and think to myself, ‘at least some of the guys survived.’ Well, these folks are the survivors. They are fighting to regain the use of shattered parts of themselves, besides having to deal with all life’s everyday struggles that can get us all down sometimes. I don’t know how they do it. I was awed and inspired by their courage; their apparent willingness to go on with no outward signs of anger or bitterness. It made me feel quite guilty for letting my petty troubles get the best of me on occasion. As the sun yielded to the evening that day it left in its wake a dazzling array of orange, yellow, pink and blue. It occurred to me how much I take for granted the safety and comfort most of us enjoy here in the United States.
Monday is Veterans’ Day. I ask anyone who reads this to remember that it’s not just a day off. Whether you are a flag-waving patriot or not, whether you support the wars or not, I ask you in these troubled times to consider what you can do to help this certain group of people. I ask you to find a good organization dedicated to helping injured vets and make a donation. I have seen what good these organizations can do. It is amazing.