One Fish

I caught one Bass on what were rough seas. Most of the weekend on Lake Huron was not a Bass fisherman’s dream. It’s interesting though the different ways it can be viewed. I could tell you the time I invested and on some level agree that it was a failure. I could look back on better days and it would explain why no pictures were taken. But if I was to ask the other fishermen in my midst they would exclaim at the wonder of my fish. If I took inventory of my canoe we could all be convinced of the victory.

I guess the ambiguity arises at the present location of said fish. It sits in a freezer waiting for enough company to be worthy of a family meal. Were it in our stomachs its merit would rise from the depths like its scaly form did.

Time and place can be most influential on pessimism and optimism.

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