You Wont Read This
You won't read this.
You put in a hard day's work and want a couple hours to fish before heading home and doing it all over again tomorrow.
You probably have a wife and kids; more demands on your time that could prevent you from reading this little blog or any others like it that talk about wildlife, environmental concerns, and protecting our natural resources.
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Just a Neighborhood Park With a Lot Fewer Fish These Days[/caption]
You won't read this.
Your upbringing introduced you to the outdoors as a place for you to take as much as you could with whatever means you had. A cane pole, A trot line. A net. A rod and reel. You don't purchase a fishing license (the cost of which helps sustain the resource you enjoy), because you don't fish that often, and the game warden never checks anyone here.
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Bad Livers[/caption]
You won't read this.
You leave your empty bait containers, beer cans, cigarette packs and snack wrappers on the bank or where ever it's convenient. Who cares if there is a little trash? It will all wash away in the next flood anyway.
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Trash on the Trail[/caption]
You won't read this.
Releasing the fish that you catch to let them grow and catch again another day isn't part of your thought process. There are always other places to go once you find the fish just aren't biting here like they used to. You believe nature is inexhaustible, and that your choices have no impact on it. You believe man's God given right is to dominate nature, extract what you want, and move on, You trace your outdoor lineage to the market hunters who eradicated the passenger pigeons and nearly did the same with the buffalo.
You probably wont read this, but I hope you do.
I was once like you. I didn't change overnight. I began by falling in love with the outdoors, and learning to take all I could from it. Then through the influence of others; writers, family, mentors and friends, I changed. I changed from one with a love of nature consumption to one with a love of conserving those things that bring me joy, inspiration, and awe.
If you did read this far, "there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes." (The Matrix)
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Aldo Leopold, Author of A Sand County Almanac[/caption]
You put in a hard day's work and want a couple hours to fish before heading home and doing it all over again tomorrow.
You probably have a wife and kids; more demands on your time that could prevent you from reading this little blog or any others like it that talk about wildlife, environmental concerns, and protecting our natural resources.
[caption id="attachment_448" align="aligncenter" width="500"]
Just a Neighborhood Park With a Lot Fewer Fish These Days[/caption]You won't read this.
Your upbringing introduced you to the outdoors as a place for you to take as much as you could with whatever means you had. A cane pole, A trot line. A net. A rod and reel. You don't purchase a fishing license (the cost of which helps sustain the resource you enjoy), because you don't fish that often, and the game warden never checks anyone here.
[caption id="attachment_447" align="aligncenter" width="500"]
Bad Livers[/caption]You won't read this.
You leave your empty bait containers, beer cans, cigarette packs and snack wrappers on the bank or where ever it's convenient. Who cares if there is a little trash? It will all wash away in the next flood anyway.
[caption id="attachment_446" align="aligncenter" width="500"]
Trash on the Trail[/caption]You won't read this.
Releasing the fish that you catch to let them grow and catch again another day isn't part of your thought process. There are always other places to go once you find the fish just aren't biting here like they used to. You believe nature is inexhaustible, and that your choices have no impact on it. You believe man's God given right is to dominate nature, extract what you want, and move on, You trace your outdoor lineage to the market hunters who eradicated the passenger pigeons and nearly did the same with the buffalo.
You probably wont read this, but I hope you do.
I was once like you. I didn't change overnight. I began by falling in love with the outdoors, and learning to take all I could from it. Then through the influence of others; writers, family, mentors and friends, I changed. I changed from one with a love of nature consumption to one with a love of conserving those things that bring me joy, inspiration, and awe.
If you did read this far, "there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes." (The Matrix)
[caption id="attachment_450" align="aligncenter" width="269"]
Aldo Leopold, Author of A Sand County Almanac[/caption]
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