The simple fact is that Great White Sharks have been cruising the California coastline since forever and even sightings are rare. Every couple of years or so they bite someone. One out of millions in the water. The official statistic for ocean swimmers in California is one attack per 738 million beach visits. Surfing is crazy risky at a 1 in 17 million chance of attack. California traffic fatalities, however, are more like 1 in 12,500. Be safe, get out of the car and get into the water.
But those are just numbers. My life isn't numbers.
The truth is that when I've done a beach launch, and I'm actually out on the more or less open water, dangling, as it were, I often just stop and look around. The immensity and raw power of the ocean stops being an idea; it's a direct visceral experience. It's literally awe inspiring.
Having that experience be a regular part of my life now, is a direct result of getting into this great sport.
Out on the water, I can't help but feel pretty insignificant and I'm certainly aware that I'm not above being someone's lunch, but the reward is worth the risk to me.
The risk is ridiculously small and because I've never personally had any sort of bad encounter, it feels theoretical to me.
The reward, however, is tangible. That smile on my face is real.
A day on the ocean feels special to me and even though I know lots of guys never fish the salt, it will always feel like my home turf. I love it and I'm going to keep at it as long as I possibly can. Float tube fishing isn't just fun for me, it's become a deeply life affirming experience.
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