We’ve all been out with our fishing buddies on a Friday night, discussing the next time we can hit the water. Inevitably, someone will say “Let’s get up a 5 tomorrow morning and go down to (insert favorite fishing spot) before anyone else gets there. We can fish for 7 hours and still be back in time for (insert whatever you had to do that afternoon).” All the intention is there. At that point, I’ll usually set my phone alarm so I don’t forget when I get home. Later on, I’ll stumble around the house, half asleep, and pack up the truck at 1am. Then I’ll hit the pillow.
At 8am, my phone will ring and a rough, groggy voice on the other end will say “Hey, you awake?” *cough* “What time is it?” *cough* “Like….8.” “Ok, I’ll be over in a little bit.”
Then, there are the days when I jump out of bed, ready to greet the sun, and am tying up for my first cast by 6am. But, for the most part, it’s the prior. For some reason, the want is always there even though I know my body and my brain are checked out for the next 12 hours. I think it is the fisherman’s constant desire and need to fish. We will fish in the rain, in giant waves, in the middle of January with gale force icy winds…so, what’s getting up a couple hours early?
We will take any opportunity to put a line in the water, even if that means sleep deprivation. Now, with a new born at home, I still find myself making these plans late on a Friday night, knowing full well that I will be getting in a solid hour and a half of sleep. So, to all the late night big talkers and early morning dreamers, hopefully, sometimes, the fish sleep in too.
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