Last weekend I hooked and fought for a time the largest fish I've ever had on the end of a line. The specifics of the deal don't really matter because what struck me the most about the encounter was my reaction to it. I involuntarily let out a shout!
It was a hard-core rush; pure adrenalin. It was raw, deep, and primal. Here I am, with my carbon fiber rod and high tech gear, and yet for those moments, I was a caveman, struggling to feed my tribe.
It was really fun. It was the fun of fishing at it's core. And the crazy thing is that I didn't have to land the fish or even see it to have this reaction.
Fishing rocks.
It was a hard-core rush; pure adrenalin. It was raw, deep, and primal. Here I am, with my carbon fiber rod and high tech gear, and yet for those moments, I was a caveman, struggling to feed my tribe.
It was really fun. It was the fun of fishing at it's core. And the crazy thing is that I didn't have to land the fish or even see it to have this reaction.
Fishing rocks.