I guess daylight savings time ends this weekend.
Don’t forget to turn your clocks back an hour Saturday night. That is a relatively easy task for most of us, but a little more work for some:
Sorry, I could not resist. I thought it was funny.
I wonder if they have to move the cars at Carhenge in Alliance?
The old Bauer homestead and my grandparent’s old place are both located north of Alliance. My grandmother was not a fan of Carhenge. She would say something about it every time they drove by on their way to and from town. She would shake her head at the thought of it being a tourist attraction now.
However, I discovered they have some big fish there!
I have also heard how silly it is to turn the clocks back. The fact is there are 24 hours in a day, every day. There is only so much daylight each day. Counting those hours differently is not going to change it.
One thing I love about spending time on the water or in the field is being reminded of that fact. Time in “the wild” is real; it is not labeled and organized the way we think we have. Spend some time in a blind waiting for a deer or turkey, or on the water waiting for a bite and you will know that. You cannot change it, you cannot make it come or go faster. You just gotta let it happen. Ironically, perhaps sadly, I sometimes depend on a watch to make me do that, to make me slow down, to make me live by wild time, not by the hurried, dictated times of our busy lives.
Surveys of anglers have consistently shown that the reason people do not fish more, or go fishing is because of “lack of time”. Wait a minute! Do not we all have the same amount of time?
What that answer really means is people do not make the time. They have other things that are a higher priority on which they spend their time. What? More important than time spent hunting or fishing? More important than sharing that time in the field or on the water with friends and family? Maybe it is not the time that is our problem, maybe it is our priorities?
Earlier this week I blogged about two of our biggest, baddest, apex predator fish, flathead catfish and muskies. Those big predators are never abundant and easy to catch. It takes time, effort, investment to dry off each one. Many times I am reminded that you just cannot make them bite. Anglers must be patient, at least to some degree. When fishing for those big predators I often remind myself that each hour I go without catching one is an hour closer to when I will catch the next one. A guy just never knows when that might be.
Hopefully, with the “time change” this weekend, you get one more hour in the field or on the water getting away from the clock!