For all the time y'all have spent alone in the woods, I have spent it alone at the ocean's edge...
There's something to be said of getting out the door at 4 o'clock in the morning and after some hard-core shore-fishing, taking your break as the sun
rises...
I once brought in a 42 lb. stingray that was longer than I am tall and as wide as a wagon wheel. It took an hour-and-a-half to bring her in and when I did, I caught a glance straight into her eyes. She seemed to tell me "I know what must become of me, and I'm ready to go." I saw in my mind God delivering her to me as a gift.
I was instantly transformed through this exchange and will forever be in His debt.
This in no way changing how much I went fishing...rather, it changed my outlook on fishing/hunting in general and made me a much more grateful recipient.
Each excursion became a way for me to come closer to my Creator. After that, it never seemed to matter if I caught anything at all. Just being there and absorbing it all in was enough. I was fortunate enough to have this outlet at a time in my life when I really needed it.
I have since moved to the Northern Country and have yet to return to the coast. I miss it terribly...
