Now, as the 2012 calendar draws to a close, I've reached what my wife calls "a Popeye moment."
"That's all I can stands," Popeye would shout when he'd had all the frustration he could take, "Cuz I can't stands no more!"
Starting Jan. 1, I resolve to engage in some sort of outdoor activity - fishing, hunting, hiking, bird watching, nature photography - at least once every two weeks, even if it's only for an hour or two.
Starting Jan. 1, I resolve to spend at least a couple of hours each week at my fly-tying bench or in my rod-building workshop.
And starting Jan. 1, I plan to spend a little time each day reconnecting with the pastimes I virtually abandoned in 2012.
All the time I was growing up, my parents would tell me to "dance with the girl what brung ya."
They knew I had a tendency to become fascinated by the latest bright, shiny object that happened along, and they knew my pursuit of shiny, transient distractions often took me away from tried-and-true practices that helped make me successful.
My parents are long gone, but their wisdom remains.
Each year brings new possibilities, new promises. In 2013 I'd like to experience a few new things, but at the same time I'd like to return to my roots as an outdoorsman.
I might not wear out a pair of boots in the process, but at least I'll get some mud on them.
Have a happy and prosperous New Year, everyone.