I’ve never been much for looking back but now I’m here standing in a river I haven’t seen in eight years holding a fish whose grandparents I probably helped stock. I’m thinking about that now, in the cold and on the darkest night of the year; it’s always seemed more romantic and more final and less arbitrary than the widely accepted December 31.
It’s been a good year, didn’t fish as much as I’d like but then again I rarely do. Spring came too quick to fish for white bass, really, and I lost interest in carp fishing after a half-dozen trips. Next year. Muskie too. That’s the fun part of Solstice, wondering what comes next. For me it’s a new slate of streams, new trips, new opportunities.
Here’s hoping the new year brings you the same.