You never know what you might catch.

If you don’t try, you’ll miss the chance at something big.

In case you didn’t know, that big creature my friend Matt is holding in the picture taken by our friend Tim, is a big muskie.  43 inches, and about 20 lbs.  It wasn’t what we were expecting to catch on  the fishing opener.

Our intention was to go fishing, just the three of us, and spend some time together, again, just the three of us.  Tim graciously had us out to their cottage on Lake Minnetonka, and off we went on his boat for a morning of fishing.  There is a reason it is called “fishing” and not “catching.”  In spite of the cold and lack of action, we had a great time talking and catching up with each other (no pun intended).  It was great!  I love spending time with these guys, my friends from high school days gone by.  Great male bonding!  No fish.

It was time to head in for lunch before going our separate ways, and time for a few final casts off the dock for fun, because, well, “You never know.”  That’s when this lug hit the line!  What fun!  What a surprise!!

How often do I give up in life?  Why do I listen to those inner and outer voices of negativity, that tell me not to try something, or give it another shot?  Regret weighs heavy on my soul for the things in my life I have left undone, unsaid, and untried.  Mostly because I know that I may have missed something big, something awesome, and something wonderfully surprising.  

In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not talking about the fish.  I’m talking about taking the time, making the time to spend with two of my best friends.  If  you don’t try…