I love to hunt and fish more than most. It’s an urge I can hardly
resist, and I pursue it with reckless abandon. But not all of my most
enjoyable moments happen on the river or in the mountains.
Recently, I coached my daughter’s first soccer game. My dad, who
coached my first game nearly thirty years ago, was watching from the
sideline. It was a proud moment. The game brought me a sense of
satisfaction, nostalgia and excitement that I’m not quite equipped to
put into words. It was as a mix of emotions that I most often
associate with time afield. Stumbling upon them on a preschool soccer
pitch caught me unawares.
Mulling this over after the final whistle I realized that meaningful experiences shared with family and friends are the common denominator. I took it as a healthy reminder that the things I seek, far and wide, on the water and in the hills can often be found around the kitchen table or on the soccer field.