Priorities

Damned internet and these GoPro heroes have got us at TLH pretty bummed out lately.  

Pro tip... if you're a grown man and you find yourself walking around a convenience store, a parking lot, a boat ramp, or a duck blind filming yourself talking about what you're going to be doing for the next few hours, just stop.  Turn off the GoPro, iPhone, DSLR, or whatever it is you have in your hands, take a deep breath, and reflect on how life brought you to this moment.  What are your priorities as you search out adventure and film the process for public consumption?  

Are you trying to inspire others to hunt or fish or appreciate the outdoors?  Great!  The world needs more people like you!  What the world doesn't need is your ugly mug talking on and on (and on) about how cool the experience is, or how badass you are, or how much you love what you're doing, or how big the fish you just caught is.  People don't talk about the lights coming on when you flip a switch, or whether or not the sun will come up in the morning, because those conclusions are inevitable.  

If your video doesn't show how amazing, badass, or life-altering your experiences are, then your rambling on about them isn't going to help either.  If ya can't create something moving that adds value to the internet, then you should probably leave the video camera at home.

For reference, TLH has provided a short video below that you'll notice is free of hero shots, self-aggrandizing narration, and other stupid stuff you should avoid in your quest for GoPro stardom.  Note that this video isn't TLH's creation, but from some guys that know their way around a fly rod and a video camera.  For the sake of us all, please take notes.

Magic

Do you believe in magic?  I'm not talking Dumbledore or Gandalf here, or those dudes you see in Vegas with slicked back hair who cut people in half and put 'em back together.  I'm talking that childlike wonder for the world, where things don't always seem to make sense or play by the rules that living and non-living things are supposed to play by in this universe. That certain je ne sais quoi that doesn't quite compute but leaves you with a breathless feeling and a tingle in your belly.  

I, for one, most definitely believe in magic.  

I believe in colors you can't find in a box of crayons.  Translucent blue-grey-purple-black, kinda there, kinda not colors.  

I believe in majestic beasts that're bigger than you ever dream of, that can vanish seemingly into thin air when they so choose.

I believe in the most fragrant, beautiful little morsels with the most intoxicating smell of white chocolate and curiosity and earth.  They come with the first signs of Spring and are gone before your tax return shows up in the mail.  

I believe in night skies saturated with distant diamonds, sparkling with the promise of the undiscovered.

I believe in high country views so clear you'd swear you can reach out and touch distant ridges.

I believe in mysterious rivers born from coastal mountains...  Rivers that change from chocolate milk to the most beautiful jade to tannin-soaked auburn like they're being fed by some bartender mixing chocolate-tinis and Hpnotiq cocktails in some fancy downtown bar.

I believe in an indescribable bond created when you mix campfire, grown men, crisp air, and cheap beer.

It's a crazy world out there right now, but in these trying times it's more important than ever that we all hold onto a little hope and always, always believe in magic.

 

 

Funny Feelings

Something just ain't right.  There's a knot in my stomach, a nervous tick in the corner of my brain that won't go away.  A sloppy mix of snow and rain covers the ground outside.  Work trips loom in a few weeks and I realize I'm going to miss the last day of duck season.

February is by far the worst month of the year.  Check that... January is by far the worst month of the year, because it comes right before February and the calendar on the wall makes it very clear that the last days of the best seasons are quickly waning away.  

No matter how resolute I am each summer, life has a habit of getting in the way.  Never enough days in a drift boat, or in a duck blind, or afield with a bow or rifle or shotgun in hand.  Never enough 4am wakeups, or gas station biscuits and gravy, or Banquet Beers at dodgy bars.  

The beauty of Oregon is that as the sun sets on one season, it's inevitably rising on another.  Here's to what 2016 brought and all we have to look forward to in 2017.

2016 Elk Archery opener.