There is a lot to process after three weeks in India. But the most important part was returning home…
A friend of mine asked me what I was looking forward to the most about my trip to India in the days before I left. She was mad when I told her I looked forward to coming home the most. She didn’t believe me; and thought I was putting her on with a cheap answer.
I was right. It was the best part.
First was seeing my wife and daughter outside security. I dreamed about for days leading up to the flight home. And every moment of that embrace lived up to my expectations.
And then some.
Next was returning to my home waters. I often say that fishing is about more then just the fish. Most people must think I am full of crap; and that’s okay. They are correct in the fact that if I didn’t ever catch fish, I wouldn’t go fishing. The first strike of a fish and the feeling as they slip through my fingers and back into the water are the two most electrifying moments of fishing.
They will never get old.
But being on the water gives me a chance to do some silent soul searching. I have learned just as much about myself on the water then I have in years leading back up to my rediscovery of the sport.
Three weeks in India were emotional and eye opening.
So was watching the sunrise over the cottonwoods and water on my first morning back.
Even though my home water is not exotic, and the places around well known to my body, I still find out something about myself every trip.
And return home to my wife and daughter every night.
I was even rewarded with a new fish on the fly after three weeks away… A black bullhead.
Not that they are hard to catch, but I had never caught one on a fly before.
You can travel around the world and learn a lot about yourself.
But if you pay close enough attention, you can learn just as much in your own backyard… Coming home helps you to appreciate those moments that much more.