Why do we fish?
I’d argue that there’s something in all of us that craves a return to something lost long ago. Part of that is the pursuit—demonstrated in our quest toward new personal bests and photos to share with friends. But, at a much deeper level, it’s about experiencing something spiritual.
I have a friend in Montana who refers to fishing as “church.” And it fits.
No dig on brick and mortar places of worship, but I can’t think of a better place to experience God than on a lake, river or stream. Or sitting in a tree stand accompanied only by the hymns of wind, birds and the occasional busted branch.
In that way, fishing (and hunting) is merely a vehicle that allows us to experience the magnificence and beauty of creation.
Here’s one of those moments, shot on my cell phone while fishing with my buddy Dean Howard on Shoal Lake, Ontario.
Although the fishing was top-notch, watching a wolf swim between islands stands out as the most profound part of the trip.
I can’t put my finger on it. But like going to church, I left the water feeling grateful.
I’d say that’s at least part of why we fish.