Sometimes our passions frustrate us. The yarn twists or tears; the pattern is undecipherable or the end result far from the vision. For Fred, the frustration often occurs when, despite a mile or so of river available to the fisher people, a fellow fisher will hike down to stand within inches of where Fred has been fishing. This doubles the chances of tangled lines and cuts in half the chances of catching a fish.
And of course, for a fisherman, there are always the big ones that get away.
Always, our passions cost us money. I treat myself to the best yarn and needles my budget will allow. Happily for me, Fred does the same with fishing gear. I never hear a word of complaint about what I spend on knitting supplies. Nothing like good tools to improve the skills. That's my story ...
Almost aways, our passion are fun. For me fun is when a knitting project slips easily from vision to fruition. Or for Fred, fun was this morning, when he caught his second, October Rainbow Trout.
All the better when the passion produces dinner.