Long ago, I noticed a sign hanging on the wall of an old fishing cabin which read: "Take Nothing But Pictures -- Leave Nothing But Footprints -- Kill Nothing But Time.
Nature has a way of reminding us of balance, the harmony of the good and bad. When the two are equally proportioned our environment allows us grace.
But, when the scales are tipped, our guardian brings about a transition which allows things to catch up once again. And with Mother Nature ours is a profound personal relationship.
This observation is based on equitable conjecture in that it lacks a degree of sufficient evidence. However, it's the only conclusion I can offer as I struggle to keep readers informed of the latest activity. For even at my best, all I can report is one day at a time.
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Outdoor pursuits have been hovering slightly above miserable and it's not hard to find the reason we have experienced this condition.
Low pressure storms, heavy rains and flooding has caused havoc for anyone inclined to step away from their doorstep.
And while the summer that remains is uncertain, we can only hope our outdoor pursuits will be better received.
Being weather obsessive in this column is natural because so much of what we do in the outdoors is reliant on the weather.
As we head into what has become another "wait and see" weekend the promise of thunderstorms and homework hovers on the horizon. But I remain optimistic, August has three weeks remaining. I don't plan on letting it slip away without putting forth an honest effort.
Whatever the results may be, it still beats sitting at home.
There have been a few hours when the window of opportunity brought promise.
But the time passed quickly as stained water and salinity levels kept fish in tight schools that scattered quickly with the slightest disturbance.
It's been some time since my outdoor pursuits were centered on anything beyond the obvious, yet so far I haven't been totally fishless.
But, I have had to work harder for the fish I did catch than I have in the past.
Then again, I may be confused by remnants of a water logged memory.
A small window of opportunity may become available a few hours each day, and with the hope an promise of things that change my dialogue may improve in coming weeks.