Once I cross the river I know I'm almost home!!! Not where I live, but where I belong. Iwas raised on this river. I have been fishing it since before I honestly could walk or talk. I used to swim here before the alligators came here and all you had to worry about was cottonmouths. When my boots hit that red clay, I smell the pines, I see the deer and hog tracks, I'm back.
This is where I live. This is where God intended us to toil. In the swamps, fields, and waters to pull out our living, not in a town behind a desk or in a business. We need Mother Nature just as our ancestors the Indians did years ago. For all we gained by technology, we need to realize what we lost. IT'S NOT WORTH IT!!!
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