How I manage to get anything accomplished...oh, wait...I hardly ever do.
We've all heard of road rage. I have fish rage. I see everyone else reeling in their prizes while I'm reeling in the other half of my pole or a giant mucky mess of milfoil. (Milfoil is like lake weed. It's an invasive plant species. I hate it.) While those around me cast out and reel in, I'm fixing a tangle in my line, or replacing the bait set up I lost because I snagged on a rock. I get angry. I start swearing under my breath. I start calling the fish bad names. I mumble, "That's it, I'm reeling it in and packing it up. I don't mind sitting here doing nothing. I hate these fish and their stupid fish mothers, and I hate the stupid rocks and the current and other fishermen."
And then, I think, Am I really gonna let the fish win?
My determination becomes greater than my will to submit.
I said to my family, "I am going to catch a salmon. I'm going to do it. I won't leave here until I do." I had lost about $8 worth of gear at this point. That's two pink buzz bombs, two hooks, two swivels. So, I used what I had. A Dick Nite 50/50 and a weight.
I also used this as a life lesson. I told my kids, "You can't give up. Even if all you do is cast out and reel in and never catch a thing, at least at the end of the day, you can say that you never gave up."
I cast out a few more times, and then it happened. I hooked a pink salmon. The fight was awesome, and I had my sweet man there to help talk me through the entire thing. In my excitement, I was jumping up and down. At one point, John said, "Keep your head!", but I couldn't. So, I was jumping up and down and saying "Don't lose your head, don't lose your head!"
Maybe this is why most men prefer to either fish alone or fish with other men.
|I didn't really kiss him. That woulda been gross.|
|Fresh salmon steaks!!|