Why Do You Fish

There are probably 100’s to 1000’s of you here that fish BUT why do you fish instead of other things?

I for one only fish ,no hunting or other things to fill my spare or borrowed time.Oh I build a jig or rod or 2 but most all of my time outside is spent on fishing.

It is a great time to share with my FW and kids enjoying our time together building memories and meeting other fisher person, Most of the time I enjoy just the sounds of nature, also the solitude of nobody else around making those dredded city noises .There is something about being on the water the keeps drawing me out there time after time.I also ice fish but theres no better feeling than open water fishing to me.

So why do fish ?

Being in a stressful job,fishing helps me relax and spend time with my family.I guess I’m lucky enough to have a family that loves the sport.

I fish for alot of the same reasons you do…. if you like to get away and have solitude… I highly recommend taking up archery deer hunting. You don’t have to shoot anything if that’s not your cup of tea…. but climbing into a tree in the dark and watching a day break and woods come alive…. you just can’t describe it

big G

I love being outside looking at all God’s creation and if I get a tug on the line it’s just icing on the cake! It is a great way to spend time with my kids and it is something that you can do for a lifetime!

i guess I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve been doing it as long as I could remember. I just love going out and being in nature. Its a great way to spend time with my dad. There is a sense of accomplishment coming off the water after a day of fishing with a limit of fish, or the fish of a lifetime. It keeps me out of trouble too.

Good gosh Trumar!

I was going to bed early tonight…I don’t know if I can type that all out in one page!

To see this and always learn somthing new

For me it involves what you guys have already said, Relaxing, peaceful, and of course fun. Spending time with the family and friends is probably the number 1 reason. My wife loves to fish and so does my 2.5 year old grandson. Great memories. But I guess it all began with my father taking the time to take me. He got me started early and I have been fishing ever since. He has bad knees now and is 75 so he hasn’t gone in a couple of years. I sure hope I can get him out next spring/summer.

Jeff

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Good gosh Trumar!

I was going to bed early tonight…I don’t know if I can type that all out in one page!

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I know your a man of many words and most of them dont make sence most of the time,, but lets here your answer BK 100 words or less

Simply put, It soothes my soul!

I have been fishing since I was 5 and fished out of grandpa’s wood boat tied to the dock…thats 58 years and counting.
We tend to keep doing things that we enjoy and are successful at… I guess that why I love to fish…besides…fish taste damn good!

It is one of two ways that I can get MR Trumar’s attention

Seriously though.. I grew up fishing with my dad and have gotten to the point where if I am on the water, I am in my happy place. The peace and quiet and the Eagles flying overhead just make it all worthwhile. I feel great knowing that my kids have and are growing up loving it too.

It’s like charging my soul’s batteries

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It is one of two ways that I can get MR Trumar’s attention

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Can’t describe it, but maybe a few pics can say it all

All great stories. I think i can relate to everyone in some way. It took me years to see this, but my Grandma and a dock on a WC MN lake hooked me for life. I was really young but still remember it vividly. She’ll be 92 this November.

Same reason I breath.

Because when I was born, God planted the desire in me to spend time on the water, both alone and with friends and family, to enjoy all the different sights, sounds, and experiences that one only gets on the water. If god didn’t want me to fish, he wouldn’t have made it so cool.

Some may call this silly, but I know many will know exactly what I’m talking about.

No matter where I’ve fished, if I’ve fished the same area more than a few times, it’s become part of me. If I’ve fished it a lot, I’m not sure if it’s a part of me or I’m a part of it. Whichever, there’s only one way that I know of to describe it and that’s “love”.

At one time I thought I was in love with a lake. Turns out it was my first love. I learned so much from it and there will always be a place in my heart.

A person becomes so familiar with a stretch of river that he can see the changes from year to year. He notices the daily changing water levels without looking at the Internet…just by glancing at a certain rock he can tell what the river wants to do, much like the body language of your spouse…after time, without saying a word it’s loud and clear. Familiar enough to know when something has moved. It might be a branch that hung over the water or a bit of shoreine that eroded away.

A person becomes so intimate with a piece of river that just looking at it’s view puts a smile on your face. The warm and fuzzy feeling that makes a person muscles in their whole body relax, but memorizes your eyes on the sunshine sparkling off the water.

Like and old friend, I enjoy taking my wife and daughter to meet the river. Hopefully, with time they will feel half of the inner beauty that I feel. They will never come to love the river as I do. They just aren’t wired that way.

I find it strange when I’m fishing with someone the river ignores me, I guess like I ignore her. But when alone it’s impossible to block her out. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. The beauty of the timeless bluffs and flow of the river force a person into submission.
Yes, the fish, fishing, the stories, the animals and birds and taking the kids to her…this is all “add on” parts to the river.

It’s the river herself that draws me back for that hug only a mother can give to her child.

Why do I fish? To be close to someone I love.

Why do I stay home? To be close to someone I love just as much…but can hurt me.

Brian, that was nice. I hear ya.

To catch fish

Even though what my boy wrote brought a tear to my eye!

Hunger.

Keeps me out of jail.

There is no way I could name just one thing. But to keep it in one sentence, I would say…

Fishing is rewarding, challenging, calming and there is a lot of anticipation and appreciation with every adventure delivering something new and something to learn and something to keep in the back of you mind when doing things that you don’t like to, but have to.

I love the solitude of the water. The time to reflect on my life, my problems, and to find peace.

The opportunity to meet new friends, enjoy old friends, spend time with my family, and people I love, while doing something I love. The chance to teach children my love of the outdoors, watch the joy in their face as they catch a fish, any fish.

To watch nature unfold around me. Watch the sun set, the animals awaken, the stars come out, listen to the sounds of the river, the smells that I cannot distinguish, but associate with the water and nothing else. Understand that you are at a place in time that no one can take away from you, and few people will really understand. Real solitude.

The countless hours spent studying your quarry, setting up your boat, rigging and rerigging rods. Searching for that one bait, tactic, or trick that will put more fish in the boat. The anticipation the night before a big trip, like a kid on Christmas Eve. Laying in bed, trying to sleep, not being able to. Hearing the alarm in what seems like 10 minutes after you finally get to sleep, but jumping out of bed, ready to go.

They say that golfers enjoy the game because it is a challenge against themselves. I think fishing is a challenge against yourself, the fish, the current, the weather conditions, and many other factors. If I am fortunate enough to put these factors together and catch some fish, that is the real challenge.

Why do I fish, all these and more reasons that I cannot really put to words.

Brian nailed it on the head, but for me it has to include one more thing, MEMORIES.As I look through all my photo files,the most cherished are the ones taken on the mighty miss.There is one photo of myself and my best friend,that at the time I never knew it would be the last time he would be fishin in my boat with me. I think if you look at this picture it says it all. Rest in peace dad.

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I guess I just don’t know how not to fish…

I think it’s the mystery of it all that keeps me coming back. I don’t know why I love it so much, but I do, and that’s enough for me.

there is a desire that I have for fishing that I have for nothing else in my life.. besides being with my wife.. I can think of nothing more in my life then being in a boat fishing.. or working in a bait shop..

if I could go back to those days of working for M-M sporting goods on Richards street in Milwaukee, I would in a New York Minute. just the place itsself.. Mauri Marasco.. the guys coming in to talk fishing.

or working a tackle show.. I know that most guys hate shows..

I LOVE THEM.. I used to LIVE FOR THEM.. that was never work.. it was as much fun as you would have in one year…

so I love fishing, talking about fishing, and helping others to fish better..

I guess its somewhat in my blood..