Marc- I'm with depression.
I got home from work last night in the middle of a 12 day workweek. Started rummaging in the garage to put a couple fishing items in the trunk to jump out and go in the AM.
Then I go inside the house.
The Mrs is up waiting for me, gives me a nice piece of smoked salmon. Then she says there's a change of plans. I can't fish in the AM cuz she's gotta go volunteer for a difft temple so has to leave early and I stay home with our daughter until work.
While I love hannging out with my daughter, going from a planned fishing excursion to becoming morning babysitter before work in the midst of a long work week is... Well... That's definitely depression sir when you are itching to get after fish like I am and in the midst of the pink run.
Went from coming home tired from work but totally happy and smiling thinking of the next morning's fishing and how fun it was a few days ago catching a few before work with nate on the river, fiddling around in the garage a few minutes with that perma grin even after work, then walk into a nice wife handing me a great tasting piece of smoked salmon. Perfect world. For a few seconds.
Then it was sudden depression.
Ahhh well, she says I can go out before work maybe tomorrow. My body is getting too old though for this sleepless stuff followed by let down followed by hope and constantly stuck in loooong work weeks.
As far as economy, I don't know about that stuff. But hey I am working plenty so guess that is good? Will probably end up thanking the Mrs if things do get that rough.
But for now I sure envy those guys living out of their cars with fishing equipment living the life fishing every day.
Well actually I think Matt lives out of his boat. That's even better. Maybe trade fish for fuel.
PS: on a serious note and on topic without "whining old man schtick" LOL- my parents were kids in the depression and my Dad remembered it pretty well (moved something like 20 times in a couple years drifting and getting booted from place to place). If you asked them (Mom passed a few years back), they'd say this is not a depression. My Mom talked about friends coming to stay at their house for extended time, converting the dirt crawl space into a liveable place to sleep people (California), inviting people off the street to sit down for a meal sometimes, etc.
At least around here and from what I'm seeing, this is NOTHING like the Depression they described but guess that is a bit anecdotal since it was just thru the eyes of 2 parents.
Hope all out there are doing well! I'll get my time on water and fish soon enough:cheers:
"Its the coming back, the return which gives meaning to the going forth. We really don't know where we've been until we've come back to where we were. Only, where we were may not be as it was, because of whom we've become. Which, after all, is why we left." -Bernard Stevens Northern Exposure