Going through an old fishing log and found these gems from the season of 2008, I think it explains why we fish.
Just some random thoughts I decided to write. I am very incident prone, not accident prone, rather incident. Things happen to me that are so unique and funny, that I sometimes wonder why me. Example, my float trip yesterday, we (my daughter and myself) put in around 7 am and everything was going good, caught a few fish, and decided to head down the river, through the first set of rapids the boat drags, nothing unusual. A few minutes later and we are sitting in the boat with water up past our ankles! The drag knocked the livewell compartment loose and of course the boat is flooding. We are to far down the river to go back, and there is nowhere to pull out until we get to Ronceverte. Fortunately the pressure inside equalizes with what is coming in and the flooding stops. No harm and we decide to keep fishing, the fishing is a little slow, and I decide to paddle down river and get to the submerged islands so we can fish. As we go through the last set of ripples before the islands and the wind catches us and pushes us up river! I try to row against the wind, no use, I stand and try to pole the boat down river, no success there either. As a last resort I get out of the boat and start pushing it down the river, of course I soak my cell phone, it is ruined, my wallet is wet, etc. I trip over rocks and cut my feet, I mean I can not win!!! On another outing with my son Lucas this spring, we go to Tuckahoe Lake to try and trout fish. It was a little chilly and we are sitting on the bank and I'm telling him stories. Well the bank collapses under us and there we go into the lake, it was freezing. Lucas is screaming, he was scared and cold, my cell phone ruined. So up the hill we go, I had a dry sweatshirt in the car and wrap him up, head back and get the chairs, rods, and everything. Get back to the car and Lucas says where is my trout, back over the bank, fall down, retrieve the fish and head home, it was cold the wind blowing like crazy and my lips were blue. Went to Anthony Creek to trout fish, I had a 50 sized baitcast reel and a ML rod that I wanted to try, first cast hang up across the creek, nothing to do but wade across and get it, except the water is way to deep for that. So I head up the creek wade across at the rapids, fall, lose my sandals, stumble my way back down to retrieve my lure, I'm wet, shoeless and defeated, fall again in the mud. Did I mention that I was in full sight of a campsite, and by now the campers have all turned their chairs around and are watching the bare footed idiot!!! A few minutes after retrieving my lure, I look and low and behold there are my sandals floating in the creek. I come up with the bright idea of hook my shoes using a lure. So I get all ready, people still watching, and make the first cast at my shoes, unfortunately on the back swing I tangle my lure in a tree branch!! The campers are by now holding their stomachs and wiping the tears from their eyes!! Long story short I finally get my shoes back and leave as quickly as possible. Finally, I decide to take my little brother out fishing at Smith Mountain Lake. We were running full throttle at about 60mph down the lake, and then the engine sputters and dies. There we were five miles from the launch and a long way from any marina. Try as we did, we couldn't get the boat running, clogged fuel filter! I decide to start heading back to the launch on the trolling motor, it would be a long trip but we could make it. Except for one thing, the battery died! No problem I have two in the boat, switch to the other battery, in the dark, and start heading back to the launch, all of a sudden we notice we are going backwards. The trolling motor is rotating backwards, takes 20 minutes to figure out I hooked the positive side of the battery to the negative on the motor and the motor was turning in reverse, switch the wires and start off again. It is dark now, and what do I do? Hit a rock, breaking the motor mount, I catch the trolling motor as it is falling into the water. Now I'm on my hands and knees trying to hold the motor, Shawn is standing over me trying to keep power to the motor, and I'm trying to manually steer the motor, and then because of the reversed polarity thing, the battery dies. Three miles from the car, and no help, we are sitting in the dark on the river. Fortunately a good samaritan finally tows us in.
So why do you fish???