Fishing at Dusk

Sometimes the most relaxing thing you can do is to get out of town and enjoy the outdoors. I was in need of such an adventure on Friday, so after class my roommate David and I headed up the canyon to go fly fishing. We suited up in our waders, special boots, and 10-foot long poles and headed down the Middle Provo River towards the mouth of Deer Creek Reservoir. To our dismay, it was a bit windy, which made it difficult to cast and improbable to catch a fish. We cast our little flies as far as we could (which was far) and we got a few bites, but we didn't hook a single fish.

As dusk settled in the valley, we headed back to our car. Shortly thereafter, David stepped in some sort of sink hole that pulled him into water above his waist. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't get himself out, so I walked over and grabbed his hand. With a bit of effort, we were able to get him out of that quasi-quicksand hole. The rest of our trek back to the car was uneventful, and I was glad that we made it back to the car just before dark.

On occasion, our experiences may require that we reach out and ask others for help. Don't be so stubborn that you fail to recognize when you need power beyond your own to free you from the difficulties and troubles that you face.