How Fishing Cures the Soul – Wired2fish

Very few avenues in life provide the opportunity for fellowship, enlightenment and enchantment they way that fishing does.

Those of us that have spent a life of pursuit in the outdoors know an enrichment that few may ever experience. Sunrises and sunsets and everything in between to which few will ever bear witness in the hustle and bustle of their daily lives.

I have spent a large portion of my life in pursuit of things I cannot see. Some would call that the definition of faith. I consider it an exercise of merging faith with a devotion to a craft. 

It has taken most of my life to realize that fulfillment of faith is really why I fish. It is not the fish, but the experience that binds us. It is spiritual in a sense. Faith in that which we cannot see and devotion to perfecting the craft of tempting the unseen. Mastering the fluidity of our movements. Honing the precision of our details. To conquer a moment or series of moments with things we have no control over.

The ailments of age altered my perspective on the things unseen. There is a freedom found only in the escape I seek on the water now. Free from worry, doubt, fear, disappointment, rejection — reality. The forgetfulness of reality is where freedom lies now. 

I toiled in the competition with man around the pursuit of the wild only to realize the competition with self was the only true path to fulfillment in the outdoors. Mine is bigger. I caught more today. It tainted the pure passion for pursuit I once had. 

My single motive anymore is to figure them out better, in more creative ways than the trip before. Matching an overlooked location to a better technique hopefully that others have missed on highly pressured waters motivates me to study, practice, and experiment more. 

Not so hung up on the misses, like in my youth, I will have days without many fish, but I relish in the fact that I’ve done it the way I wanted to with the tools of my choosing, untainted by the talk of anglers.

In doing so I’ve found a new appreciation for a rod that makes a presentation more precise and a fight with a fish more enjoyable. Much like an archer in feudal Japan was married to the precise bend in his bow and the tension of his string, I find a kinship now with certain rods. And using the tool all day even without much action, still makes for an enjoyable experience.

Likewise fishing with very large swimbaits has added to my enjoyment of fishing in recent years. While I’ve have had some crazy experiences and catches already, I’ve had enough close calls with what I would call the apex fish in a lake, that It keeps me seeking and dreaming off the water as much as on it. And that is where fishing cures my soul.

As we toil in our daily tasks and tribulations of life, those close calls, memorable catches and experiences from the wild give brief escapes to bridge the gaps between the time in pursuit and time escaping in anticipation of the next pursuit. I reckon none of us will get what we…

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