My Biggest worry is that when I'm dead and gone, my wife will sell my fishing gear for what I said I paid for it. I fish because I love to. Some go to church and think about fishing, others go fishing and think about God. I went fishing, and I caught a minnow. If you think that's tiny, you should see the bait I was using.
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What micro fish could resist my love? Jarod Kintz,Love quotes for the ages. And the ageless sages. Don't worry, he said, that grandfatherly smile spreading across his face once more, 'I've been fishing for over forty years. Bradley Stoner,Fishing and Other Misadventures. Fishing provides time to think, and reason not to. If you have the virtue of patience, an hour or two of casting alone is plenty of time to review all you've learned about the grand themes of life. It's time enough to realize that every generalization stands opposed by a mosaic of exceptions, and that the biggest truths are few indeed.
Meanwhile, you feel the wind shift and the temperature change. You might simply decide to be present, and observe a few facts about the drifting cloudsFishing in a place is a meditation on the rhythm of a tide, a season, the arc of a year, and the seasons of life I fish to scratch the surface of those mysteries, for nearness to the beautiful, and to reassure myself the world remains.
I fish to wash off some of my grief for the peace we so squander. There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot. For a man to admit a distaste for fishing would be like denouncing mother-love or hating moonlight. If fishing is interfering with your business, give up your business. Those are prayer and fishing. Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
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Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher's salary. Simon Peter saith unto them, I go a fishing. They say unto him, We also go with thee. They went forth, and entered into a ship immediately; and that night they caught nothing. Particularly, don't tell them where they know the fish. I figure he knew that fish was there and we just got lucky. Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good.
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I took my son out fishing when he was five years old. After a while of catching some nice smallmouth, my son told me he needed to go "number two".
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So I told him to hold on while I reeled in my line. I looked over at him and he was already going "number two" in my rear livewell. We had brown trout and smallies that day. I wouldn't trade that memory for anything. I made a trip up to the Canadian side of Lake of the Woods Regina and Whitefish bays, to be exact at the beginning of March with the express purpose of catching a lake trout.
Midway through the second day of HARD daylight-to-dark, no-stopping-to-eat fishing, my buddy and I were joined at a spot over 80 feet of water by 2 locals who pulled up on ATVs probably 30 or 40 yards away. This, in and of itself, wasn't really interesting. We had a good time snickering about their thick accents and zany conversations like two 6th graders in the back of a classroom. These guys seemed more into drinking and chasing women than fish catching anyhow, but we were generally focused on the task at hand, heads down and eyes focused on our flashers hoping to spot another mark to go along with the bouncing ones that represented our respective offerings to the lake's finned inhabitants.
After about an hour of drinking and shooting the breeze, the guys start packing up their stuff to leave. At almost exactly the same time, I spot it. Or more accurately, I spot "them. My friend has noticed the sudden and drastic change in my body language, understands exactly what is going on, and is putting on his best poker face to avoid tipping off our friends who are just about to drive away any minute.
Suddenly, as quickly as they arrived, the marks simply vanish. As I slumped my shoulders starting to come to terms with the idea that I may well get skunked, I see my friend perk up. These fish have pretty clearly moved away from my hole and towards his. Now I'm the one trying to act natural.
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This was much easier said than done with my heart is beating up in my throat despite my best efforts to swallow it back down, my palms becoming drenched with sweat, and my legs wanting to shake free from my body as if they've developed a mind of their own. For what seemed like an eternity and in actuality probably was a good 10 minutes these fish play games with us. They bounce back and forth, always charging hard but peeling off at the last minute.
Then just when we were convinced they were really gone, they'd show up on the screen of the other's flasher and do the same thing all over again.
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All the while we're trying to act nonchalant as we just know that letting the locals know we've got fish showing up would have them drilling holes next to us. Just when I was about to lose it over my repeated close calls with the fish and how it could possibly take two grown men this long to pack up their things and get moving, they drive off. As I watch them disappear behind a nearby island, I catch a glimpse of a large, solitary mark on my flasher, once again screaming straight for my tube.
Having tried just about everything in my previous shots at these fish and quite honestly feeling a more than a little defeated, this time I chose to hold my rod tip completely still. Just as the streaking mark merges into the one representing my tube on the flasher display, my rod tip dips ever so slightly.
It was the type of take you get from a lazy walleye when it's below outside. Having read about the difficulty of penetrating a hook into a large lake trout's mouth, having worried during weeks of planning about how the lack of a barb on my hooks would assuredly cause me to lose fish, and having spent just about every waking moment over the last couple days doing everything I could to catch one of these fish, I set the hook. It was a complete whiff. A swing and a miss. A hitter flailing at a Randy Johnson fastball and coming up empty.
That tube moved at least 5 feet through the water column with that mighty jerk, probably further. However, no sooner had I missed and felt the first "woe is me" thoughts begin to creep into my mind, my rod doubled over. The fish just absolutely blasted it. I didn't even have the opportunity to set the hook. It was all I could do to keep the rod from being ripped out of my hands and into the hole in the ice to join the fish for good. After at least 5 long, drag-peeling runs in every direction imaginable, complete with the trademark belched air bubbles rumbling up through the hole in the ice, I brought her nose topside.