It wasn’t love at first cast. In fact, my husband had to cast for me in the beginning because I was THAT bad. Really. I have always loved to be outside. I have grown up in Florida and Louisiana. We didn’t come in until it was dark. My Dad is a great man, but not great at fishing. He took us once in a little boat. We were stuck out in a lake in central Florida in a flash thunderstorm. I swore I would never fish again. That changed as I grew up. Fishing was fun because you were on a boat, got to drink and have fun in the water. My friends brought fishing poles, but I wasn’t concerned with using them. No tan lines was my priority!
Then I met my husband, Travis. He lived to fish. I had never seen anything like it. I didn’t get it, but I loved him. I bought us a boat that we could afford. It was tiny. That boat saved our relationship and our lives.
We did dumb things in our tiny boat. We had several tiny boats. We had a blast though. I wasn’t interested in learning much. I only enjoyed fishing if I caught something. Of course. I was still drinking then, so I did that a lot. I also took my book to read when I was bored, which also happened frequently. I knew, we had to go though. He had to fish. I just didn’t get it.
Fast forward. I was sober. Now what? I actually have to fish? All the time? My husband is a patient man. He showed me how to cast. What I was doing wrong, but also praised me for what I was doing well! I cried. I know, there is no crying in fishing. I am an emotional girl. I cry. Travis is still getting used to it. BUT…I got better. I listened. I paid attention. It is much more fun when you catch a fish on your own. When you cast the line out yourself! Travis likes that, too!
As I learned more, I became better. It took time and patience. I am not the best at casting. We laugh when we hear my lure hit the water 30 seconds after I cast. I can touch the sky with my casts. (That is not the goal, for all you non-fisherman.) I have learned to laugh at myself. You have to.
I am now hooked. I get my husband. I get his love. There is truly nothing so amazing as feeling that tug on your line. Your heart dips to your stomach as you try to gather your senses and your wit. I try to remember all I have learned so that I can land whatever is on the other end of that line. You don’t know at first. You can guess. You start to know how different species move, but you won’t know until you have it close. You can’t relax until the fish is in your hands! That rush. That excitement. I don’t know anything like it. Unlike the unhealthy addictions I had before, this one never gets old. There is always a different variable. Another type of fish. A bigger fish. A faster fish. They never stop being fun to catch. Fishing is the ultimate thrill of the chase. The more you learn, the deeper you get. Some days I get nothings, but you won’t know unless you go.
I am hooked. I love that it is something I share with my husband, as well. I fish my way and he fishes his way. Get out there and get at ’em!