|West Meadow Creek|
Though I caught a fair number of snappers and the fishing trip could be considered a success the fish seemed to be nothing more than a side note to a morning that was more important to my own mental health than hitting my limit of snappers for the day. I probably spent as much time just watching the fiddler crabs and the herons going about their business and making a living as I did casting a fly.
|Close up of a juvenile bluefish...AKA snapper|
|Fiddler crab burrow and sediment balls left over from feeding|
I wish there was a way to experience this calm and peace every day , not just on one Saturday morning. I think it's not just important but vital that all of us try to experience this feeling and take in what's going on around us to maintain our sanity. Fishing is a great way to get away but the most important thing is to getaway.
|West Meadow Creek looking up stream|