I and many other bass fishermen suffer from PTSD and find fishing to be the best form of therapy. I got to thinking, what it is about fishing? Well it's everything. For one, solitude. You, your maker, the water, and the fish. It's the anticipation of being on the move, whether boat, yak or foot, to find your spot. And then you find it and the world and your mind suddenly slow down, a serene silence. Click. Your reel is ready for combat. Whip. You launch. Splash. Bait is in the water. Click. Your reel is engaged, and now you're gone. You are no longer you. The world is no longer the world. You are now under water seeing and feeling everything. Over and over again you are focused on hitting specific spots with unreal accuracy, and you are losing all wordly cares under water as you quite literally become one with the water. And then there is the reward. The fish. You did something right. And you landed a fish. An innocent animal you get to admire and be proud of for seconds and a time, and then on to the next. Click. Whip. Slash. Click. It begins again.
Absolutely amazing.