Having gone fishing with my kids three times in the last few days--and with plans to go again Saturday morning--I am reminded of how much I love the sport of angling. Even if it is just hauling bluegills out of a farm pond, I think I may be happiest with a rod in my hand; it's even better with my kids and their custom-made BIO Rods at my side.
But it is with some regret that I look back on the past couple months and wonder why I didn't start fishing this year until the end of May. Actually, I know exactly why: work, bad weather, kids' sports, work and work. But still, I would never let two months of deer season pass by before I started hunting. Why is this?
At least I know I'm not alone. Two of the comments on the first fishing post I wrote this week were from other outdoor bloggers who said that they had not fished at all yet this year.
I'm almost ashamed to say that I hunt more than I fish. It's so much easier to go fishing, and I can do it almost any time of year. Perhaps that's part of the reason why I've neglected in recent years.
Hunting season has a well-defined beginning and end. I know each year that a day will come when I can no longer hunt until the next season begins. Here in Virginia, I know each week that hunting on Sunday is not an option either.
With fishing on the other hand, it's a little too easy to say "I'll go tomorrow." But tomorrows come and go, and before I know it it's June, and I've barely fished. A few summertime tomorrows slip by, and suddenly it's fall, and all I can think about is when I can get back into the woods.
I also have to admit that the whole catch-and-release thing has taken a little of the excitement out of fishing for me. I understand why it's a good idea: to keep from depleting fisheries and because a lot of fish these days aren't safe to eat. But somehow it's just not the same when I don't plan to kill and eat the species I'm after.
In fact, I feel more remorse after stabbing a fish in the mouth, yanking the hook out and then tossing it back than I do after dropping a deer that I know will make many a meal. The occasional fish that is thrown back only to float to the surface dead a few minutes later makes me feel a lot like I have felt after arrowing a deer and then being unable to find it.
Still, fishing was my first outdoor passion, and I love sharing it with my kids as my dad shared it with me. Maybe I'll go tomorrow...
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