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Timeless Reflections on Fishing, Family, and Connection

By Stephen C. Schultz


Some stories never really grow old. They don’t depend on what’s trending or new—they speak to something lasting. These stories about fishing, fathers, and shared time outdoors are just that—evergreen pieces that remind us of what really matters.


Fishing... It’s Really About Relationships
In this 2019 post, I reflect on what begins as a simple day—tinkering with an old boat, clearing space in the garage, and trying to decide whether the weather justifies a few casts. As the day unfolds, it becomes clear that fishing isn’t really the point. Instead, it’s about the feeling of being outside, the memories that come with every step, and the connection built when you invite someone along for the ride. It’s a reminder that time spent together doesn’t need a big plan—it just needs to be shared.

The One That Got Away – A Tribute to My Father
Originally published in 2010, this story takes you back to a fishing trip on Collard Lake in 1973. As a young boy, my father and I spent a quiet morning in a small aluminum boat. It’s not a story about a big catch—in fact, the surprise comes from a beaver, not a fish. But what stands out is the calmness of the day, the laughter we shared, and the way that moment with my father stayed with me. It’s a tribute not just to a man, but to the kind of steady presence that shapes a child’s sense of safety and belonging.

The Value of Relationships in Transition
While this title may not be the most engaging title on the blog, the message of cherished relationships runs through much of the writing. Fishing becomes more than a hobby—it’s a way to mark time, to honor tradition, and to reflect on how relationships grow and shift. In these quiet moments by the water, lessons are passed down, roles slowly change, and what once felt like simple outings take on deeper meaning.

Grab a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, find a quiet chair, and take a few minutes to read these stories. Whether you fish often or not at all, these reflections offer something familiar and true—reminders of time well spent, people who matter, and memories that stick. They take you back, and they help you hold on.

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