For the following I am thankful:
The fondness of bass for topwater lures.
The rainbows that I’ve seen because I got up early to go fishing.
The opportunities that I’ve had to fish with friends all over the world and catch all kinds of fish.
The 10-pound bass that I’ve caught --- and those that got away.
Cold margaritas after a day on the water in Mexico.
Bluegill too big for me to hold with one hand.
The catfish, the bowfin, the musky, and the northern pike that hit my bass baits.
The big bonefish that found my offering, even though my cast was way off target.
Sailfish that grey hound and tuna that dig deep.
Sashimi from the yellowfin that I caught just a few hours before.
Thousands of dolphins swimming alongside the boat.
The good people that I’ve met and the friendships that I’ve made because of fishing.
Summer nights river fishing for catfish, while listening to the baseball game.
Bats chasing insects all around the boat under a full moon.
Manatees that drop by to say, "Hello."
The unexpected shower from a huge peacock bass that struck right at the boat.
The delicate take of a tiny dry fly by a big rainbow --- just before all hell breaks loose.
The headshake of a big walleye following the hookset.
Shore lunches on a Canadian lake.
Seeing the joy that a child derives from his first fish.
The power of fishing to bring us together, no matter how polarized we are politically.
Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving to all from the Activist Angler.