Anybody who has ever done it will tell you the same thing- It’s addicting. The eat, the fight, the feeling of satisfaction you get when that fish finally hits the net. Every last second of it. And it is, truly addicting.
To me however, the battle between man and fish is only half the addiction.
This sport has taken me to some of the most amazing places I could imagine, introduced me to some of the greatest people I think you could know, and given me memories with those people that I don’t think I could ever forget if I tried. And I haven’t even been to a fraction of the places I aim to.
This particular day was close to where I grew up in Northwest Georgia. Not far from home, not a world renowned fishery, nothing spectacular to most. But on this day, it was pretty remarkable to me.
We got on the water at about 3 this afternoon. By 6 or so, @peyton118, @michaelarp22, and myself, had landed 9. A few of which compared to this one in size. Yea, I’m sure people have had better days, I’m well aware. And good for you if you have!
But for me? Being out on the water with two of the better friends I believe you could ask for is enough in the first place. But to be out there with these guys, on this particular day, when the fish started doing what they did? That’s as good as it gets in my book, man. That’s a memory I’ll appreciate for the rest of my life, and I don’t think I could ever build up a tolerance to the feeling I had as we motored back to the ramp. For a few hours there, nothing else mattered. I wasn’t stressed, wasn’t anxious, wasn’t in a hurry. I don’t think I stopped smiling the entire time. And that, is exactly why I do it. I don’t chase the fish, I never actually have. I chase that feeling.
And now, as I write this novel of an Instagram post, I’m sitting on a plane in Atlanta that’s taking me to meet another good friend, @wish4fish. He and I will be in Belize @tarponcayelodge, in search of the same feeling I achieved this day, and in the process of making more of these memories, all before the sun sets today.
Grateful doesn’t even remotely begin to describe the love I have for this sport and all it has done for me.