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PUBLISHER’S LETTER By Pat Hoglund An Appreciation T HE OTHER DAY I WAS listening to Joe Maddon’s press conference as he was introduced as the new manager of the Chicago Cubs. He talked about making the playoffs. He talked about his baseball philosophy. He talked about how excited he was to manage the Cubbies and in doing so he referenced a game when he was manager of the Tampa Bay Rays, who were playing the Cubs at Wrigley Field. After replacing a pitcher he was walking back to the dugout when the beauty of the ballpark and the atmosphere struck him. He talked about the famous ivy, the stadium lights and the fans. It was at that moment that he stopped himself and took in the beauty of playing in one of professional sports’ most storied ballparks. “There are times when I tell myself to shut up and watch what’s going on and observe and really appreciate the moment,” he told a throng of reporters. Whether you’re at a major league ballpark or fishing in some faraway place I would think that’s pretty good advice. And it’s something we constantly need to remind ourselves of, because too often we get caught up in catching fish and how many we catch www.travelinganglermagazine.com and how big (or small) they are. I know I find myself not knowing when to shut up. This past summer I spent four days fish- ing for salmon with Phil Dawson of Legacy Lodge in Rivers Inlet. We were on the hunt for one of those big tyees Rivers is famous for. We were at the head of the inlet when I hooked up with a big fish. It took some effort to get the rod from the holder and come tight to the fish. It was what we were looking for: a trophy Chinook. Or so we thought. It fought like a big salmon, and it took as long to land as a big salmon, but when I pulled the fish close to the boat it was a halibut. Not just any halibut — an 80-pound halibut. Quite frankly, I was a lit- tle disappointed. I’d spent a lot of time and energy focusing on catching a 50-pound salmon. To my surprise, this salmon was brown and white and flat. So much for a Rivers Inlet tyee. It didn’t really register with me until I got back to the lodge. I had other guests jokingly ask to trade my halibut for their salmon. It was at that moment I told myself to shut up and listen and appreciate the moment, the here and the now. And once checked my expectations my fishing trip The author with a hook nose Northern coho from Rivers Inlet. was nothing short of bliss. I had my son Peter with me and we had flown from Vancouver, British Columbia to Rivers Inlet in a Grumman G-21 Goose. Peter flew in the co-pilot seat and I watched him take in the country that unfolded before his eyes. We were spending four days fishing in one of nature’s own cathedrals, a cornu- copia of wildlife, rugged landscape, emerald blue water and off-the-charts salmon fishing. Today I couldn’t tell you how many fish we caught, except to say it was a lot. What I remember most are the slew of hook-nosed northern coho we caught each day as the dinner bell rang at the lodge. I remember the fog settling over the inlet each afternoon, the 30-minute boat ride to the head of the chan- nel each morning, the humpback whales that corralled balls of bait fish and the air push- ing from their spouts. I can still picture the eagles waiting patiently on their perch for a fish to show itself. It’s the sunny days I re- member. It’s the cribbage games my son and I played in the lodge. It’s the people I met and the friendships I forged. It was spending four days in a boat with Phil and feeding off his energy his passion for fishing is what I re- member. And it took an 80-pound halibut to give me a reality check. For that I’m thank- ful. Were that fish a salmon I might have lost sight of what really is important. My advice is to learn from my halibut experience. Yeah, I know, easier said than done. Maybe this summer will be your first fishing vacation. Or maybe your second or third or fourth. Or possibly your twentieth trip. Regardless, you’re about to embark on a fishing trip where catching is often the end game. Instead of focusing on how many, or how big or small, or what specie, heed the advice of one of most charismatic managers in Major League Baseball: shut up and watch what’s going on and observe and really ap- preciate the moment.