Have you ever wished for something and then, once you've opened it, wonder why you wished for it in the first place? I have......I do it all the time. Remember the Sears' Wishbook? I would spend months dreaming of things to come just by thumbing through that book. Oh....the dreams that book created; they were actually more fun than what I recieved.

Today, I have a different Wishbook. It's called the Cabela's Master Catalog. It's in the same format as the Sears' Wishbook, and I look at it several times a week. This time of year the book gets more usage due to the fact that I have more time to dream. To dream about fishing that is. And the dreams that come out of the Cabela's Wishbook are far better than any found during an average night's sleep.

I like to look, and I like to dream. I like to dream of the way a fish will inhale a particular lure; I mark the page with a Post It if the dream is enticing enough. Frequently, I will go back, change my mind, and reindex the pages with different items hi-lighted for future consideration. It's more fun than actually purchasing the items. Oh, how I love my Wishbook.

I did find a reason to order some items the other day. And the best part of it is, the items are not for me, they are for my nephew. That way, I won't be dissapointed when they arrive. And I'm sure my nephew will be thrilled! My nephew would become a fishing fanatic if his father enabled him. Well, guess what? I'm the Enabler! "OH How Sweet It Is!" to quote the late Jackie Gleason. And, that is also how I feel when I open the Wishbook....I mean Cabela's Master Catalog.

I keep looking through my Wishbook for floating plastic worms. They are a sure killer when hooked to a jig. The worm's bouency keeps it up and the jig head keeps it down. The equation equals a diagonal presentation with the worm popping off the bottom looking like a feeding baitfish when retrieved. Killer....killer....killer presentation for all types of fish.

So, I had to order something for his birthday! Hey, he is my God Child, and I am The Enabler. That's right! It's my job. Too bad I'm not Sicilian.

Well, to make a long order short, I forgot to place the order in time. It wouldn't show up in time for his birthday. I could use express shipment, but then I wouldn't have to go to Dick's Sporting Goods to pick out something else. You see where I'm going with this? It's really not about the purchase, it is about the picking and searching that really intriques and delights me. I can't disappoint my God Child can I?

I'm off to Dick's! Or was that the Sports Authority?

Shalom.

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