My Inner Fish

Back to the blog. Why? Nobody reads this blog, as it has been neglected. I have not been updating it regularly, and it does not belong to any websites to advertise it. Why would I want someone reading this? I dunno. Maybe for the feedback. Maybe so my typing doesn't feel so futile. Something in me always gets a little excited when I check for comments, and the only comments are always spam. Ha! Thus is my life.

Well, I didn't really sign in with any specific topic to mind. Usually when I write in here, it's because I have become frusterated with an aspect of life and need to vent. Well, there certainly are some of those: taxes drain my bank account every time I get my feet under me; the lil' lady and I have not had much kink in our sexlife; the animals are always looking for a new way to destroy the house; i wish i had one day more freetime during the week just to get shit done. I have not been fishing in well over a week, which, for me, is not a good sign. I gotta go this weekend. I need to find someone to fish with... A fishing buddy.

You know, I think I have mentioned it before, but you can tell a lot about people by their fishing behavior. Some people finally let their guard down and relax. Other normally laid-back people find themselves alert as ever, watching the rod tip for the slightest sign of movement, always ready at any moment to grab the rod and draw in the prize. I have one friend, one of the most thoughtful and caring people in the world, that for some reason takes the weeds that he cleans off of his hook, and never fails to deposit them in the bottom of my boat. The boat is small, and it would take zero effort to get that mess back into the water, but for some reason he always drops it into the boat. Another friend, a cool, calculated character, stays very calm yet very alert. He checks the line with the keen eye of a veteran, and he always accomplishes what needs to be done to get the lines in the water with minimal assisstance. Yet somehow, no matter how many times he watches me grab a rod when the fish strikes and simply begin the spider-like process of drawing the fish in, when his rod bumps and grabs it and gives it about 3 yanks hard enough to pull the fish's head off. You don't really need to set the hook when you are trolling, yet for some reason this nasty yank always occurs, and it makes me wonder about his inner tensions.

You can always tell the real fisherman because of their smoothness, their calm even during the strike, the effortless way they find the fish and bring a few in. Real fisherman don't need to brag about the big one, because they usually know just what to do to get into them, and they make you look stupid for not catching fish yourself. It is not a competition thing, it's a level of awareness, being in tune with what is happening in the aquatic world. Some people worm a hook and drop it in water, expecting fish to be there. Others carefully scan the banks, the bottom, the weather; they note the water color and temperature, and look for any sign of life, not just fish, in the water; they look at the birds in the sky, the insects in the air; and once they have taken into account all that their 5 senses can tell them about this body of water, they then follow their guts right out to the place where the fish are.

Sometimes I find that I can feel when they are near. I may not have caught one all day, and just as I go to reel in my line something tells me to leave it out for 5 more minutes. Often times this is when the fish bite. You have to have your line in the water to catch them, and sometimes it all comes down to patience.

Maybe I should bring this patience into more aspects of my life. It could probably do me some good.