Some roots run far deeper than the rest. Before we were aware of the existential concerns of this world, someone loved us for who we are and whomever we are to become, unconditionally. There is nothing in the world more amazing than this, yet most of us spend our lives seeking something more.

stage folvite price Many years before I realized I had a self and felt the pain of something truly important that was lost, my Grandfather took me to a fishing tank on his farm. He patiently instructed me on how to create an angle with a fishing pole and the line connecting its lure, to cast toward a special spot where he guaranteed a fish was anxious to accept the enticement.

Bryan Nathaniel Luther died 12-16-1989, 25 years to the day before the birth of my son, Jackson Bryan Luther еnlighten Despite this prophetically accurate prognostication, my heart leapt with surprise and my senses exploded when I saw the water swirl and felt the violent pull against the unfamiliar instrument in my hand. Once I had fought and landed the fish, a largemouth bass no bigger than 2 lbs., but which looked considerably larger through my young eyes, Granddaddy carefully removed the hook and released the fish back into the water. locate As the fish disappeared into the murky depths, my Grandfather said, “He’ll grow bigger by the time you come back. One day, he may be a world record.”

automate I later learned that my Grandfather not only stocked the tank with fish, but he also regularly tossed feed into the water at the very spot where he told me to cast.

buy isotretinoin acne Was it a rigged game? Sure. But in a short time, my Grandfather stopped feeding the fish, and soon enough I learned the truth about fishing. More often than not, immense patience and dogged persistence are required to entice fish to take your offering. There are no guarantees of a catch, even in the most special of spots.

his explanation Through the periods of patience and persistence required for fishing, there is time. Time for anglers to connect with ourselves, with one another and with nature.

During those times with my Grandfather, I learned that some of life’s most deeply meaningful experiences occur when you’re waiting for something else to happen. These memories are deeply rooted in my soul, serving as a touchstone during times when my priorities and perspective on life become distorted.

The biggest con job of all time is that we must be something, or achieve something, or acquire something. I suppose this is why I was drawn to bring my two children, Grace and Jackson, on a 1,200 mile road trip from Florida to Tennessee to see this place.

Never mind that the farm now belongs to folks who don’t answer a knock at the door. Never mind the once-pristine grounds are now overgrown with kudzu and overrun with dogs of questionable temperament. And never mind that this special fishing spot, which in my dreams still holds a world-record largemouth bass, likely hasn’t held a fish in two decades.

I guess I needed Gracie and Jack to know that some places, no matter how far back they reach in our journey, are worth exploring again; that while special people in our lives may be taken from us far too soon, the time and love they invested in us lives on; and that one day, they may retrace their deepest roots and discover that what’s most important in life is not the something they’ve been relentlessly pursuing, but rather the thing they had all along.

8 thoughts on “Some roots run far deeper than the rest.”

  1. Bingo!

    Just like my Grandfather Lane.

    A lifetime of fishing trips and my best catch is my wife, Anne.

    Family winds up being the best trophy. It IS the world record Grandpa Luther referenced!

    Great catch, Jason.

  2. Tremendous blog Jason. I have so many memories with your granddaddy and my Uncle Bryan. Both of them were huge influences in my life. I can’t tell the number of times I fished that little pond. I would walk to their house and grab a fishing pole that was always on the back porch rack. The memories are all great. Hope your family is well. Spend all the time you can with those kids and make time for your wife.

  3. Powerful stuff! Great read. My dad and my grandpa got me going at a very young age. An old lake house my grandpa owned on a lake in WI, thats where it all started. The stoke is alive!

    Keeping moments. Collecting memories, that is what feeds the pursuit for myself and family.

  4. A trophy fish hangs on the wall and is only the best until you catch one bigger. The fish you caught along the way… they are the ones who taught you all the things you needed to know, and some of them even fed you.


    Love you, my friend.

  5. Some of my favorite moments are fishing with my granddaddy. I caught a bass one time that I swore was huge. The more I told the story, the bigger it got and he basically backed me up every time I told it. I also got a snappin turtle once and he said he was so proud and that we could have turtle soup that night. I was happy to let that one go 😉 thanks for sharing your wonderful memories with such an amazing person. It’s hard to tell the precious moments sometimes when they’re happening! ❤😘 Love you bro!

  6. My daddy would take us fishing, on Duck River, but I don’t remember catching anything. We probably were too noisy and impatient! I did love the process, though, and fished with friends, during my young adult years.
    It’s so telling , that your granddaddy, set you up for success! There is never enough time, with the people who made you feel important, loved unconditionally!
    I love your hat, in the first picture. Jackson looks so much like you!

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