What is it about fishing that is addictive? What is it that we like about it? Whenever I get to go, I can never get enough. It turns me into a liar. I tell my wife “just one more cast and then we’ll go.” Well, an hour later I’m thinking about leaving!
I was pretty young when I first went fishing. I’m told that my first trip to the Minnesota North Country was in my mom’s belly. “Hmm, wonder if they were biting?” From this point forward I was hooked (excuse the pun).
I grew up fishing Iowa farm ponds for the usual bass, bluegill, crappie and catfish. I used to spend weekends in Keosauqua with my Grandpa Gene and he would always make sure that we hit some local ponds. It might be the hottest day of the summer, but he’d be out there in his straw hat, fishing right along side of me. I remember one day catching, what seemed like hundreds to a 7 year old, a bucket of bullheads and catfish. What a day that was, until we had to go home and clean them. That part I didn’t like so much. But they sure did taste good.
Dad and some other guys kept a boat dock down on the Des Moines River. I loved it when they would allow me to tag along and go with them. We’d run bank lines in the morning then fish for catfish the rest of the day either tied up to a brush pile or under a mulberry tree. Of course it was always a contest to see who could catch the most fish. I think I out fished those guys plenty, but I can also remember getting pretty mad when I would occasionally get skunked. Of course the teasing I took from them didn’t help the situation!
So what is it that keeps us interested in fishing? Is it the surroundings of where you are? Sunrise on Minnesota Northern Lake. Is it the fact you can’t see your adversary (the fish) you are trying to catch? Is it the unknown of what you might hook into? (State record lurking). Is it the comradery of the group you are with? Is it the fact most all fish are good eating, especially fresh, right from the water? Maybe it’s nothing more than seeing a bobber disappear under the water. Is it the excitement of seeing/feeling that rod bend and the tug of your opponent on the other end of the line? Maybe it’s the boat ride to get to your favorite fishing hole. Or maybe it’s all that tackle that’s available for us fisherman to buy. For some reason, my wife says my tackle box is worth more than her jewelry box. I say “no way”, and if it is it’s only because she doesn’t have enough jewelry!
It doesn’t really matter what the reason is we like to fish. The fact is it’s a good time and can be accomplished either by yourself or with a group of friends. So if you get the chance, go fishing and take someone with you that has never gone. Especially a child. They’ll appreciate it for a lifetime.