Catching fish, but better yet, memories

Published: Wednesday, September 26, 2012 at 05:34 PM.

Hunters and fishermen will tell you: It’s not about the kill or the catch.

And those who don’t hunt or fish will never understand.

They ask how anyone could kill something as beautiful as a deer or how anyone can stand on the shore of the sea for hours with a fishing rod in hand. They are not looking at the complete picture.

They can’t see the orange glow of a sunrise on the beach or the brightness of hundreds of stars filling the night sky. They can’t hear the seabirds squeal or the waves crashing on the shore. They can’t smell the salt air or the burgers cooking on the grill. They can’t taste a cold beer after a long day in the sun. They can’t share in the camaraderie of friends and family enjoying a fire, and telling jokes and stories.

Each year for the past several, my two brothers — one older and one younger — have gotten together for a fishing trip. Sure, we like to catch fish. We will be the first ones to admit that.

But on our most recent excursion — a weekend trip to Cape Lookout National Seashore — as well as on others we’ve taken, the fishing became secondary.

With our work schedules, separate lives and different locations, we often don’t get the chance to hang out and be brothers.

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