By Stephen C. Schultz There is a certain morning in late February when you can feel it. The air is still cold, but it has softened. The light lingers just a little longer on the hills. Snow retreats in quiet surrender, and somewhere in the garage, a tackle box waits to be opened. Spring does not arrive all at once. It hints. It whispers. And for those of us who love to fish, it calls. Fishing has always been more than a pastime. It is an invitation , to slow down, to step outside, to stand shoulder to shoulder with someone you love and wait together for something you cannot force. As I’ve written before in Fishing… It’s Really About Relationships! , the tug on the line is never the whole story. The deeper story is about who is standing next to you when it happens. When I look back over the fishing reflections shared on The Interpreted Rock , I’m reminded that the real treasure has rarely been the fish. In Tangled Lines and Timeless Bonds: Fishing Stories Worth Remembering , the fo...
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