Why I Fish

Some of the first memories I have are of fishing with my Dad, Uncle and Brother.  I was hooked on fishing when I was 8 years old.  Dad would gather up the family early Saturday morning for a day on the lake.  Us boys would fish, the gals would watch, cook and chat.  We were stationed in Kentucky at the time.  I can recall as a kid the pure joy of catching a 3″ bluegill.  They were small, but that didn’t matter.  It was great fun.

Such memories to me are what fishing is all about.  You also get to meet the nicest people while fishing.  Laid back and friendly folks looking for the same thing that brought you to the spot you’re now sharing.  A big part of fishing is the mental down-time.  Fishing temporarily pauses real life; work, bills, worries, responsibilities.  More than anything, it takes me out of one world and into another, even if it’s just for a few hours.  I’ve heard many people say that they have gone fishing, and been unsuccessful, because they did not catch any fish.  This is a statement that I do not understand.  Fishing is about the water rushing past your legs, the birds flying over your head, and all form’s of God’s creation that surround you at the moment.  Intermixed are no worries, no fears, or anything else that takes away from the beautiful experience that is presently occurring.

Until I am unable, I will cast, watch and wait for the twitch of my line and the sharp pull of a fish.  Fish or no fish, fishing is a win.  It’s as good as a touchdown, a home run, or getting on the green in two shots.  It’s as good as it gets.


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