To record occasional musing loosely based on my angling (mainly fly fishing) exploits. This will mostly feature my home water, the River Witham, a springfed limestone stream near Grantham
River Witham near Barkston, Lincolnshire
Friday, 11 November 2011
It's about the little things.
"The goal of fishing is to be personally surprised and rewarded (even though we actually expect it) by that tug on the other end of the line when a fish bites our humble offering and we connect directly with nature unseen, shrouded from our view by the mysterious waters until we finally retrieve the fish to hand. The size of the fish really doesn't matter all that much in the grand scheme of things. It isn't what motivated us to take up a fishing rod in the first place.
The number of fish we catch on any given day is no more significant than their size is to our deepest motives for fishing - the answer to the question "why do we fish" that most of us really wouldn't say out loud for fear we would be thought silly. No, it was and shall be that simple tug at the other end of the line, the view of the sunrise and sunset, the breeze on our face, the sound of the waves caressing the shoreline or of a babbling brook or rushing rapid, the sights and sounds of birds and other wildlife, and the smells of nature all around us. The feel of the fish on our hook, taught line in between, as he surges and darts to and fro - instinctively trying to evade capture is what pulls us to the water with tackle in our hands. It is a grand game with Mother Nature that we play, and it really doesn't matter much who our opponent ends up being. Numbers do not matter because the real purpose of the whole exercise is to escape the normal routines of our lives and engage in something just a little bit primal. It is really about tickling that genetically coded reminder buried within our DNA that this is where we came from, where we really belong, and where we someday will return. It restores our souls. That's why they named it 're-creation'. "