When: Sunday, September 6th, from 9pm to 9:30pm
Where: The Marmet Locks, on the Kanawha River, Marmet, West Virginia
What: Catfishing with nightcrawlers, chicken livers and PetSmart goldfish.
Weather: Wet, like really wet.
After moving from the campsite to the resort on Thursday, we were well rested (and showered) by Friday morning and ready for our trip down to Charleston (Charleston, WV that is).
Aunt Carol and Uncle Wayne went above and beyond making us feel welcome and had planned a wonderful weekend for us. We were on the road by 6am on Saturday morning and super-psyched for the opening game of the 2009 Mountaineer football season. Seeing Shirley, Bob, Shelley and Pam again, as well as a few new faces, added to the excitement of our first WV football game. We also had the pleasure of meeting Eerman.
Sunday evening found us heckling the Greensboro Grasshoppers with the bleacher bums at Power Field before we made our way out to the big river for one last shot at a big catfish.
This time it was Mother Nature who would shut me out.
Nothing beats the help of a local when it comes to fishing foreign territory, and that is why I was so sure, with the company of Lindsay's cousin Jeremy, this was going to be my night.
The stars were aligned, but then the clouds came...............and the rain. I consider myself a die-hard fisherman, but getting dumped on for more than 20 minutes is just not fun. We decided to leave.
So, I would leave West Virginia the next morning without catching a flathead catfish and with an image in my head of a musky's tail before it disappeared on me. I would also come home with some wonderful pictures and some wonderful memories.
It would be easy for me to get upset about a broken fishing rod and a missed musky, but that wouldn't be right given all of the wonderful times that I had.
These days, life is not about dwelling on the bad things that happen, but about counting and truly cherishing my blessings.