Fishing for Enlightenment: How My Two-Year-Old Goddaughter Taught Me the Beauty of Simplicity

A Story of Family, Fishing, and Self-Discovery

Emma and Me

“Uncle, do you really need to catch more fish? That one looks big enough for all of us.”

I was taken aback.

She was right.

I didn’t need to catch more fish.

In fact, I didn’t need more than what I already had.

Fishing has always been a cherished family tradition.

I’ve been holding a rod since being capable of doing so.

And when I was too small to do so, my grandfather would tie it to my life vest.

A matter of principles.

Everyone joins in on the fun.

Being on the edge of Nahuel Huapi lake with a fly fishing rod or moving slowly and steadily on a boat, the feeling of immensity is the same.

Can’t get better than the always-changing and always-intimidating Patagonian landscape.

Breathe and wait.

Laugh and appreciate the silence.

The thrill of a hungry trout will eventually come.