Everyone has a memory of the one fish that broke their heart. This week’s @Columbia1938 Instagram challenge is dedicated to the love and heartbreak of fishing. Your photos will be judged by our friends at @bassproshops
Share your heartbreak and memories with #thefishthatbrokemyheart
DETAILS FOR ENTRY:
Upload and tag your photos with #thefishthatbrokemyheart and @columbia1938
All entries must be submitted between Wednesday, May 16th and Tuesday, May 22nd.
Tell us the story behind your photo with a 2 – 3 sentence caption.
We will choose our favorite photo based on the theme, creativity, image quality and storytelling ability, so get creative.
Your photography might get published on the Columbia Sportswear IG and blog!
🎣🐟 🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣🐟🎣Here's my heartbreak and the little chicken that saved my trip hours before my flight home.
I've been dreaming about this fish my whole life... After 3 days of casting poppers for hours, I packed my bags and prepared to hop on the plane in my fishing clothes the next day, Esteban Blanco my Facebook friend and Fly guide from Liberia reached out to me. He sends me a pic a rooster he had caught in front of the hotel I was staying at. He offered to join me in the morning on my last attempt. Sure, why not? He met me in the hotel lobby as the sun came up and tide could not have been low at a more perfect time, a little tide intel and a change in my retrieval technique was all it took.
About 4 casts in, I learned what it was like to fight a rooster. It was 7:45 AM, I had caught my dream fish and some poor soul was spared from a flight home next to Salty Sid.
This isn’t how I expected my first rooster to play out, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I worked darn hard for this little guy and I can't wait to try and upgrade him this week 🙈
Full story on FB *Link in bio*
Yesterday morning I explored Point of Arches at low tide with @lexijobolton. As we were making our way to the pools I saw this gaping black hole in the side of one of the sea stacks. I immediately made a beeline for it, hoping it was a cave. It was!
it’s crazy when a herd of at least 12 elk run across the trail in front of you because you and your pack of three dogs spooked them. it’s even crazier when something in the woods scared them even more than we did and they ran back across the trail. there’s always a bigger fish
One of my favorite aspects of crossing mountain passes is the idea of initially being blind to how the trail reaches the top, but inwardly knowing that if you put one foot in front of the other long enough, the summit is yours.
Paddling through the smooth glass-like water in Maine at sunset with @hannahhikes21 the other day. We had been talking about going kayaking for a little while, so it was long awaited when we finally got around to it. Nothing beats a good night with friends while enjoying the outdoors and its many beauties.
i will never forget the first time i hiked mailbox peak. february 14th, 2016. at that point, by far the hardest outing i’d ever been on. gaining 4,000’ in 2.5mi, it’s been described as the crucible from which summer summits are forged. it’s very steep. months later i would bump into an elderly french gentleman, dressed in a short sleeve button up as one does apparently. he was trail running. mailbox. and oh he was on his THIRD lap. i’d never seen anything so impressive. i told myself “wow, i want to do that someday.” last friday i ran mailbox old trail and tagged the summit sub :60. this isn’t my first time running mailbox, but it was the first time i’ve allowed myself to be genuinely proud of something i set out to accomplish. it was an added bonus to have the summit entirely to myself for a killer sunset.
Huge thank you to all who came out to @sunandskikaty over the weekend for our celebratory crawfish boil event with @columbia1938! The Blood 'n Guts™ water and stain resistant shoe you've been looking for by #ColumbiaSportswear is now available online and at a #sunandski store near you! Ultra lightweight, optimal traction on and off the water, #ColumbiaPFG shoes for men, women and youth are fit for days spent seeking summer adventure. #seekyoursummer#adventuresforall#pfgforfeet#testedtough
We’re excited to announce that Columbia Sportswear in the Meatpacking District will be this year’s OutdoorFest basecamp host!⠀
☝️ Stop by Columbia during store hours (M-S 10am-8pm, Su 11am–6pm, June 1-10) to pickup the festival schedule that includes an exclusive promo code for a free ticket to the closing party.⠀
🕶Show your OutdoorFest email confirmation to receive a FREE limited edition OutdoorFest Patch.⠀
⛺️ Join us for four FREE Outdoor Series Classes in partnership with Destination Backcountry Adventures including: ⠀
• June 4th: Survival Skills⠀
• June 5th: Trip Planning⠀
• June 6th: Backcountry Cooking⠀
• June 9th: No Barriers, A Women of the Wilds Workshop⠀
Find the full @columbia1938 Basecamp Schedule via link in profile. #TestedTough
For the first time since I started running, I have decided to back out of a race. Initially I had signed up for the Dirty 30 12 miler earlier this year but then after my attempt at Georgia Death Race didn't go as planned, I said "fuck it" and switched to the 50k. I had wanted to do the 50k in the first place but had decided it would be too close after a 100k race. So my logic was, since I didn't actually finish that it would be just fine. I also wanted to be there with my friends, some of who are doing it as their first ultra. I was excited for the decision to change distances. Well, I really haven't felt the same since GDR. Every run I've had has felt really sluggish and sometimes forced. I then had a full week of feeling pure, extreme fatigue with no apparent reason (according to blood tests) and even though that has turned around, I just still haven't felt myself or like I've "bounced back". I kept waiting to feel that fitness that I thought I was going to gain from the 45 hard as fuck miles I did, but it wasn't showing up. As the weeks went on and I kept not finishing key training runs, I started to get less and less excited to make my way to the starting line. I tried to convince myself that I could still do it, I just had to "nail" my last big long run. But as I was in the middle of that run, it finally hit me...I was trying to force this race. I've never had that feeling before in my 6 years of running. Which is why I thought about it for a little longer to be sure, but the initial relief I felt when I had that epiphany on the trail was my answer. You should never force yourself to do a race just because you signed up for it. Racing should ultimately be about the fun and excitement it brings you and if it's not going to bring you joy, then be OK with walking away. I love the D30 course and I do know that I want to experience it again, but it doesn't have to be this year. I need to listen to my heart and my body right now. ♥️ 📷: @trail_kat
Running with Winston has been all time. Together, we fly over the earth, mostly him ahead of me sniffing or digging. We jump over fallen trees, bash through forest, and push our faces into the wind, doing what is most natural: flowing across our home planet, full of joy, and complete with the satisfaction of the chase. We were born to run //🌲🌲
📍Mt. Amuyao, Mt. Province, Philippines 🇵🇭
📸 @sleepyark This is the zenith!
I’m grateful to God for the good weather in the summit! And I just want to thank my body senses, reflexes, my bag, shoes, and trekking stick for the functional integration. They all worked so well together that kept my body safe and enduring after 3 days of scaling Mt. Amuyao.
Capping the mountain is not just about physical stamina, it also calls for a certain level of self-command and steadfastness in spite of struggle. After the long stretches of continuous and grueling climb, seeing the majesty of Amuyao was me bowing to the unbowed mountain! Humbling and rewarding. #outdoorislife