It’s having something in common besides fishing, I think.
It’s also, I believe, a sort of “opposites attract” situation whereby I don’t believe that anglers who are too much alike make good fishing partners for that very reason–they are fishing not with a partner, but with themselves.
To me, the fishing and the time spent together is just a vessel that holds other, much more significant things. Adventures, experiences, shared stories.
The late forum member Kendall Palmer and I, in angling terms at least, were complete opposites. He fished with a passion that to my eyes bordered on obsession. He was, to me at least, a great angler and he wanted to get better. He also left me with the indelible impression that he was fishing to get away from something, but only later I realized that he was running toward it, not away.
I didn’t (don’t) have this passion to fish to catch fish in the same way. I fish because I enjoy the places it takes me, the people I meet, and to be honest the things that I remember about fishing seldom have much to do with the fish. A lot of my fishing stories revolve around the theme, “A funny thing happened on our way to…”
And that was it, right there. The fishing was, to us both, somewhat incidental to the real thing–the adventure of it all. The good trip gone bad, the rock that was in the wrong place at the wrong time, the place we fished where they shouldn’t have been, but they were there in spades. The crabby old monkeybutt standing on his dock b!tching to me about how fisherman were ruining his lake while Kendall acted bored and casually bounced spinnerbaits off the “No Fishing” signs the guy had put on posts in the water. It was like that.
All of the other people I enjoy fishing with are like that too. It’s all the stuff that happened on the way.
Grouse