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SAVING AMONG FRIENDS MORNING THEFT

s comrades. Sunday I went to water in the company Biscayan my brother Carlos, a keen fishing and more and more to this beautiful form of cork that his father taught him, that is, my aitatxo.

know of a site where the fishing is usually good with a 1-meter waves, marking windguru forecast for yesterday.

Going down to the rocks we came across this picture. South-southwest wind and clear water. The fine was too long and it became almost impossible to fool the fish. Still, had to try.

With the series of waves, we had a small espumero in which we try to fool our friends the bream, and the truth is that we got a quarter of an hour of joy. The problem was that they were too suspicious and came loose very easily.

Among cigarette and cigar, my brother, who walked a very fine indeed, lost no time and soon began to stick fish.

This was the first one. Then two others, and that the party is over, for others, despite biting forcefully were released one after another. Viewing increasingly difficult landscape, there was no other to change fishing, yes, stopping first to fill the tank. Coincidentally, as we drove to Ondarroa, we come to these fisheries artists are none other than Luis and Constan, so we went together to give the tooth the four. And a full stomach and after a pleasant chat, we headed Saturraran waters in search of some foam.

And this is what we found, clear water with mild espumero in the surf.

Due to the length of the rod, we could try from a distance, until finally we found them.

Carlos

Here we see posted in the rock for the corner where the massive bream eagerly sought.

Despite small waves, water clarity remained the dominant note, but I must admit that the attraction of the new "Solid Torres" made clear the importance of having a good solid fishing. They got you ta the shore to eat, furnitures included. I can confirm that one of the sets I saw the attack bream Prawn, simply amazing.

A Carlos pleased with the successful perch, from which it undertook to give a good account, as most were caught by him.

the end came to the net 14 pieces, many others were returned to the water, and had a good end of the day.

As in previous days, the presence of fish is remarkable, because if we can attract these conditions, with some heavy sea over the result would have been greater. So I encourage everyone s and do not lose the opportunity to find our friends, as usual, and populate the rocks.

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Lives without goals and without a vocation

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Living based on goals is to live in the future for the future. That is: for something that does not exist. Live for nothing. Today there is an epidemic in the world of desire for achievement. Many feel they need to invent your goals for being evolves. Identify changes with the movement, not just with movement, also with the defined direction of that movement. However, the goals are illusory horizons. The desired goal change continuously, and to be reached is not the same as it wanted to achieve. Nor is he so wished and the same person. Therefore not achieved what was thought. Not achieved anything. Walks, visiting happenings, appearances are living, and guided by the desire we marvel at what happens, impossible to predict. Children play and run without knowing why or where. The desire is an end in itself. Not imagine a profit. Living is the prize. Be alive and running, and jumping and playing. Adults, and stupefied by this "education" designed for machines that meet preset programs have a chip implanted in his stomach that makes it shrink if you deviate from your planned route before leave. Children are taught the value of studying to pass an exam, not to feel the joy of learning as they learn what they want, not for the pleasure of feeling more and more breadth of meaning in them, to expand their consciousness. Adults fools and sadists, offer their children in sacrifice at the feet of their family trees, faithful to the family lie. Unwitting victims of his own murder, revenge and perpetuate diverted stupidity. The test is this world that adults have created the very adults who are complaining about the irresponsibility and selfishness of their children. Undeterred. Without dislodging their heads in shame. The main problem of children their parents and teachers. Have become the adventure of learning in a castration, an ablation, a skinning, brainwashed, forced imposition of obsolete data and no orders, one to forget the deeply creative wisdom with which we are connected @ s from before the beginning. If what matters is a future consideration, an assessment, a trial, this becomes a constant stress. And the present disappears calm and satisfied. Is this sick system that has driven out of paradise, and so far we have contributed without question.

a wave of gurus effectively take advantage of this educational paradigm, and teach how to set and achieve goals. It may be a misinterpretation of some of his followers, who do not see it simply as a tool to provide for concrete and specific things, or maybe it's a tactical approach to these gurus to reach deeper into the psyche and attract more acolytes but through them many people associate the ability to achieve goals of being happy. So the world is full of people satisfied with his collection of achievements, as if they were trophies of a high school athlete, or the photos that a climber addict is done at each summit, people who choose this path of self-affirmation and feel, without However, a disturbing gap they do not understand, and trying to fill over and over again, setting new goals, to avoid having to stop and look in the mirror. Living continuously in the future. Nowhere. They sacrifice the present, sometimes doing things that would not at that time only because they believe they are necessary steps to achieve the planned stadium course. They confuse what they call "ability to delay reward" to the slaughter, and not honoring the present. A life forever postponed.

conquistador Mired in this archetype, it is normal to feel a deep anxiety when even we name our goal. We feel a duty to have a "vocation" to know what we "do in life. "The question is infectious spread dissatisfaction with the world. In it, we call" vocation "to a label that chain us. Unknown to seek a mold, a cage to live, when uncertainty is the natural state and inevitable things, beauty is always new in the world.

think do not know what you want in life because you think the goal, not as a road. As the unconscious "really" who guides us, we will never know what we wanted to do in life until we did. Only an ex post analysis, inert. Because no matter what we wanted do but go about doing what we want from moment to moment. The road is what guides us in mysterious ways. Your consciousness can not choose. You can only Irlo des-covering. Think not knowing what you do in life, you know. all know what we want and what we do not feel like every moment. Without duties and obligations autoimpongamos us, we know. And what we feel like now is what life wants to do. Desire is the sign from the universe, its instrument to lead us to ourselves. If you want several things at once and we can not decide, we can draw lots or merge in some or all of these things, or do several at once if we meet separately. What matters is never do anything but wish. If we feel need to stop, or block, to elucidate our desire, that is the wish of the moment: standing. The time you can not lose, because you can not lose an illusion. Now I write you this letter. Now that is my only vocation. Not being a "writer." That does not mean anything. But I know that I write this. What do you want now? If not read me, stop them immediately and do something that you want. If you read me, this is your calling now. This're called, can not you see? The only thing you can spend your life with joy is to make your wish, to develop it as he pulls a thread little by little without knowing where leads you. No targets or vocation rather than the now continuous. Lately I've been asked a lot how to find out what to do in life. The answer is simple and profound at the time: Doing. If you like to do something, do it. Wait to see what is what "you like to do" is an excuse for not doing something you enjoy doing, or to continue making terrified @, which you do not like.

heart A lucid reader wrote me a beautiful letter recently. He tells me how, just when he has decided to stop for a time to discover what to do with his life, his mother has fallen very ill. So his focus has changed, and decided to go to care, to cradle her and hug her as his mother did with her child. But while it is clear that this is what she wants most right now, not to give up his search, and asks me, I understand how to combine both things: transfer to the other, and the delivery itself. But both deliveries are the same: After surrendering to the desire to care for her mother comes unwittingly herself deeply. There is no separation. There is no dilemma. That is your true calling now, newly found: caring for his mother. Taking care of your home, go to your home, to their roots. If it delivers all this, at that time, there will be face to face with what you want from then, from his birth, and that basically has always gone with her. What can not be achieved. The only thing anyone can spend really, whatever you do in your life. What IS.

In everything you want to do your true vocation is implied. The vocation is something to what you're calling, and desire is the sacred instrument and amoral that the universe used to call you. , there is an activity you should find. Your vocation is beyond any activity you can do. It is the story that you discover, whatever you do, whatever you may think, feel what you feel, want what you want, what you have. T or vocation is to follow that inner voice, but do not know where it leads, though you seem to lurch or stand still in the eyes of those who judge, or your own eyes, to be judged. Nobody knows where it goes. Some think they know, but nobody knows. Do not go anywhere except where you have always been. If you think you have a goal because that goal is already in you and no one taught you to know. Achieve something is un-cover for you always. The Zen masters of archery know that, once the goalkeeper becomes the target, the arrow does not reach the target, but it is already there. No way. No difficulties or obstacles, or process. The arrow and the target are one. No achievement and success. Only consciousness.

The goal is already achieved since you were born, just because you were born. A vocation is a mystery that leads you beyond any opinion about your life, and any will. So forget about those concepts absurd, and simply do what matters. Do what you want. Now.

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@ s friend in an email sent to me Ramontxu, some fellow fans have suffered a break while enjoying a pleasant day of fishing. Deputy blog address for you to read what happened and, in turn, incorporate a friend to our blog list.

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NOT STOP!!

This past Saturday the 19, along with Jorge, Manu and Eulo, we went in search of a good mason in which to continue las capturas obtenidas una semana antes. Al igual que la jornada anterior, buscamos un emplazamiento cómodo. Eulo y Jorge por un lado y Manu y quien suscribe por otro. Pese a haberlo intentado en diversas ocasiones sin mucho éxito, Manu y yo nos dirigimos a una zona poco prolífica en pesca, pero aprovechando la bajamar y las excepcionales condiciones del agua había que intentarlo.

Como buen presagio, Manu estimuló a los sargos so pena de comerse él las gambas si los peces no lo hacían. Parece que se percataron de la jugada de este fenómeno de la pesca y no tardaron en acudir a la cita.

Armed

"Torres Massif" gold label, ie, one year of aging, as well as frozen red shrimp, we began fishing.

The sea had ideal conditions for the practice of this modality. Strong waves series with Northwest (not my taste) and retain large fine that allowed both the solid as the buoy in place that we wanted.

In this guise it was the rocky, with beautiful espumero that presaged the best.

As I tied the hook, and Manu was the attack. Although this first set were very suspicious and then looked for another site that, apostre was pivotal in the day.

sea was not only great for fishing, day, with a changing wind but not severe and a mild temperature, contributed to the Joranda was especially gratifying, all while aside the incomparable company of Manu, enjoy as dwarves.

Manu putting maximum attention to the small great details that always make the difference. Constant dream sets chopped, seasoned with the flow and depth to which we fished. The strength of this sparid reminds us why this hobby.

Fine Moment, in which the "txikitin" of the day made an appearance. And how could it be otherwise ......

shodaime son, who would be about a kilo ......

And here the Pope. Manu fought like a true master (What is) and held it up to dry with technique and precision typical of serious fishermen. Bravo for you Manu, often gave me great joy.

"The Marquis" could not resist the temptation to pull out the photo. PERRON PERRON!!

Here are the two main protagonists of the day, who delighted us with their expertise.

Apparently the last two weeks, the presence of fish is becoming more evident, so that we can say that we at the beginning of the longed spawning season so the big catches begin to populate the blogs of our friends fishing. A hug tod @ s .

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PALOMERO WIND, WIND "FISH"

This past Saturday, George and myself stayed with the aim of conducting a fishing conditions. Given the difficulties we're having lately to locate the bream, and due to a stressful work week, we decided to approach a fishing very close to the car and known for the vast majority of anglers. Echoing the analogy between the pass, or rather the dates, contrapasa of the dove, which is close to our mountains to the south wind input in the spring, the prognosis was bad, as in many cases a Wind Dovecote has coincided with a day rich in fish.

We can see in this picture the "Marquis" preparing for what at apostre would be a successful day of fishing. His smile sources bodes well for this wonderful day. Of course, we had to protect ourselves from the heavy gusts of wind that lashed the coast, but this was not inconvenient for this master of the fishing I do enjoy its great.

Overview of fishing, which brought strong interspersed with an unbeatable beautiful, which allowed the bream to surrender to our feet, and never better, since we were just below us, attracted by the Torres Massif invaluable "New Generation" will be released soon.

To play, fresh from the Bay of Biscay anchovy, shrimps and prawns, inseparable traveling companion of the Marquis de Begoña. By the way, worked perfectly. When spring arrives, and with it the anchovies, I like to embody one of the two leading with anchovy, the shortest of them, as is usually the presence of bass on these dates. On Saturday no went nowhere, but the big bream could not resistive to the charms of this jewel of the sea.

This water stayed after the show, perfect to entice bream with the technique of "Pulse", a true bliss. We mention that the presence of a good size fish.

Jorge

soon began to take fish, one after another. On one occasion, while he took the pictures, raised four parts followed in an instant. A Crack of which are not.

After

fish a few pieces, and by that which the sea was going down, change fishing played, we never gutted, as you can see in the images, "Fishing Dominguera."

In an incomparable setting, with an exceptional day and in company of Jorge, what more could you want?

This was the end result of such a rewarding day, filled with countless sets and laughs at all times.

Here we are with the hanger obtained.

Anyway, the bream are still localized and elusive, and we had to pull to get this code to prune pescatas, looking very good power, depth, and a lot of little details that made the difference. So much so that, having told George that we were going to leave, but leaving some solid in the bucket, we decided to finish it without much hope in the last update that we had to touch. Using low line nearly the length of the rod, and with enough ballast in the lower line, that of the current and depth, managed to capture a substantial number Neglect without moving parts.

Well @ s friend from here to encourage you to continue trying and look for the bream on the basis of steadily moved away from the rocky, surely terminaréis giving them.

ERRATA: discupad by the date shown in the photos. No fishing is a future, hehe, but I forgot to change it.

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very good friend @ s , given the dates on which we are already many who have asked me when will we celebrate this Father's Memorial. Having looked at the calendar and tide, the best date is May 14 this year. Over the next month I will inform you with more details of the contest, instead of concentration, etc.

Regards to everyone s .

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My sleep is somewhat restless. I sleep at night like train travel. Occasionally I wake up and, before I get to sleep, I wonder vaguely where I go, I look at the clock, see the sky spread over the landscape unaware of the night. Mine is a restless sleep, yes, but it also sometimes is too hopeful, sometimes the best, came in the morning without realizing it, lulled by the gentle clatter they do things in the silence.

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The move, the transfer of possessions that one day move from side to side as the neck of a relog of sand ... . That's nothing. Your own world burrea you until the last moment when the house is filled with that strange light leaving the objects to be removed. Just gives you time to think about anything . And
salts there. The next coffee
you do not know where to sit. The warm sun the future, in the cool, sometimes cold breeze uncertainties. Hang on the back of your jacket without cabinet. Sitting
relog at the bottom of sand, fine, reddish as they suit arabia in a can, see about me, on the other side of the neck glass , binding of the things that could not happen, the dinners that I shall not serve, those not called together his friends, the wall on which to project said a thousand times not-so movie-so-educated-as-of-the-years-before, with a dull echo against the glass can hear our laughter when we made fun of those meetings, "the cylinders not we uncork pulling the plug out the window at the bottom of the street, noisy, happy, dancing in the lounge, our two small parties, singing, kissing, moaning, screaming, panting, silences, farting and burping, all suspended, bad folding, the board of risk which we take and never have been there, yet again, from Tierra del Fuego to the last islands of Kamchatka. ... It falls a card and gives me the eye. The rescue of the sand and me get in your pocket, if case. It was a given.
I see the bodies of my last home, trying to adapt their arms and legs to the bottom of the funnel, leaving a lot of empty space, like a bunch of pins in a test tube. Resigned harm than good in his uncomfortable position, they become the bottom with questioning eyes.
On the sand, I do not know what to answer. But I can not answer if I can do without.
A street around me is happy, start some works and people keep running with her fear of being late, as spring comes upon the city like a curious animal about the molasses overturned.