I’m an addict, a junkie, a fiend. I can’t get enough of it. When I don’t go fishing for an extended time period, I start to get irritable. I start pacing, thinking about it day and night. I read everything I can about it and stare at pictures for hours at end. Then when I finally get out to a lake or river, it all slips away. It puts me in a better mood within minutes. It’s hard to describe and sometimes I don’t even notice, but it just does something to my all around being.
Fishing is truly a way of life. Whether you do it daily or just a couple times a year, you know the feeling. Getting out on the water alone or with family or friends just slows down life a bit. Listening to the waves against the boat or the hum of a finely tuned outboard, hearing the river flow over a rocky bottom stops the constant noise of everyday life.
I’ve loved fishing since I was a small kid. Whether I was digging worms or chasing big night crawlers in my backyard after dark, it all has a part in the fishing experience. I grew up on the rivers edge out in the country. Back then our parents would let us go out and explore all day long. I remember digging and finding one worm, running to the river and fishing with it until it was taken then running back to the shovel to get another. I couldn’t stand to stay away from the water and collect many worms. It would be get one and go fishing.
Now a days, I enjoy fishing for just about anything. As long as I’m out there, I’m happy. There’s something I love about picking the right lure, choosing the correct color pattern or just making a piece of plastic mimic a wounded bait fish. Casting that perfect cast or over throwing into a snag, it doesn’t make much difference. It’s still making me feel productive.
I now have a wife and two young kids that are getting into it. There is nothing more satisfying to a father as his son and daughter asking to go fishing. I don’t mind baiting hooks or taking off hooked fish. I don’t mind losing precious fishing time, so they can learn the art of fishing. This is one addiction I hope my kids possess. It can be torture sitting at work on a hot sunny day or a cool fall day when you know the salmon are flooding your favorite riffle, but without those days you will never know the true happiness of being on the water chasing fish.