I spent an hour on the lake that I grew up on. Just me, old blue (my fishing pole), my trusty canoe and God. Never realized how much I'm really gonna miss this little lake. All my life I've navigated its waters, pulled fish from its depths, and swam till I turned into a prune in its spring fed coolness. But now I've come to a point in my life where its time to move on. But before I go, I had to give good old Lake Dollof a last hurrah. Just one more outing with old blue. One last goodbye. Looking ahead I have no idea whats in store for me and to be honest that scares me. I just wanna stay out on these waters forever. I remeber being five years old. I had just gotten my first fishing pole, a green Coleman with a clip action reel. One Saturday I woke my dad up at 3AM and we went fishing. I'm gonna miss the feel of that shovel as we labored in the soil for worms. I'll miss the feel of the water under the boat as I tried to keep up with my dad's powerful strokes. And I'll miss the soft grip of that fishing pole. Those were the days of my youth. Just being able to wake up, load the boat, and try your luck, there ain't a better feeling in the world. I never want to leave this old place. It's a part of me and will be forever. So heres to the lake and old blue, one last hurrah.
