Woot! Heading up north after work tomorrow and taking Thursday off to do some fishing. The night before fishing is a bit like Christmas eve with the anticipation ...
I'm excited, tomorrow I'll be on the Manistee ...
It's hard to explain the obsession to most people. Here's a good attempt by a famous author:
Quote:
Testament of a Fisherman By John Voelker (Robert Traver)
I fish because I love to; because I love the environment where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude or humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don't want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the concerns of men are equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun.
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