FISHER BOYs

There’s a catfish pond in my great grandmothers back yard in Bixby Snake Creek that we sat at for hours as kids watching our uncles wait for the Catch of the Day. Fishing, in its deepest essence, is not merely an act of casting nets or lines into the depths, but a communion with nature, an intricate dance of patience and expectation. It reminds us that luxury isn't found in the excesses of consumption, but in the sustainable embrace of life's simple gifts. In every ripple of water and gleam of a scaled catch, there lies a lesson: true affluence is not in taking more than we need, but in understanding the profound richness of what the earth generously offers. To fish, then, is to partake in an age-old ritual that binds us to the rhythms of the world, urging us toward a life of mindful abundance.