Thursday, December 5, 2013
By KEN ALLEN
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In those high school summers, small events occurred that shaped my later life, and I understood their importance at the time. One occurred on an evening after blueberry raking, when after supper I was heading down the road to the Sheepscot, carrying a fishing rod.
An acquaintance of my father sat alone in his pickup, sipping a green, 16-ounce Ballantine ale, and gruffly asked, "Is that all ya' do is go fishin'?"
"No," I said in a defiant tone that caught him off guard, "I rake blueberries, play sports -- and read."
I kept walking to the Sheepscot for a hopeful rendezvous with brown trout. His comment started me thinking that yes, I did fish a lot and was proud of it.
That childhood passion has carried into adulthood, taking me from Costa Rica for giant tarpon to northern Quebec for Atlantic salmon to the West for browns and rainbows to The Keys for tarpon, bonefish and sharks with all the stops between, and I often made money doing it.
Childhood passions set the stages for adulthood, and if we choose the right path, it makes all the difference in creating a higher quality of life.
Ken Allen of Belgrade Lakes, a writer, editor and photographer, may be reached at: