While in Montana I broke into an “I’m going fishing dance” before rowing my wife down the Kootenai.
Luckily, this was captured in pictures.
I will likely do a similar dance in Florida in a little under a month.
Fishing still makes me feel like a kid. It makes me happy. It makes my soul content.
If I step back and look at it rationally, it doesn’t make much sense that this activity would give me so much joy. I don’t eat the fish. I don’t get paid to fish. I don’t get any tangible reward from the activity.
And yet… I look forward to every day on the water, be it fishing for sharks off the pier with bait, for 4″ trout with a dry fly on a little creek or a 4 lb. bonefish in a foot of warm and totally transparent saltwater.
I’m even smiling as I think about it.
So, here’s to the irrational joy of fishing. I hope you have it too.
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