day 211 July 30

I often tell e that shooting is my version of fishing. Like fishing it seems some days they are biting, and other days not so much. On the not so much days, I keep casting and hoping that I get a nibble on something. When a roll starts it can last for minutes, hours and sometimes days. Then the lines go dormant as quick as they can go hot. And like fishing I no longer dream of the big one, I dream of the ultimate string.