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·I had a conversation with a good mate the other day that put me on the spot and made me think philosophically about why I go fishing. I was in a quandary. Firstly he asked me to take him and his girlfriend out fishing and pay me for the adventure. Basically take him on a charter. Then he asked me if I would consider selling part of my catch to him on a regular basis. As they buy fish regularly, he reasoned he would rather see the financial benefit go to myself.
It made me think about how I was going to say no politely without offending him and the reasons why it made me feel so uncomfortable. I do alright in the fresh fish stakes but only ever take enough for the needs of my family. We nearly always have a feed or two in the freezer but nothing that wouldn't be cleaned out in the space of a couple of days should we choose to eat fish every day. The matter of selling my catch was abhorrent. I get a real kick out of giving a fresh slab of flesh to people who don't receive truly fresh fish very often. Legalities aside, there was no way I could justify it.
He's a rubbish fisherman and frankly a danger to have in some of the spots I fish regularly. He's been fishing with me plenty of times before and invariably i don't fish but spend my day untangling his line. It can be trying to say the least, but he's a good friend nonetheless. I tried to explain to him that taking a friend fishing isn't about the money, it's about spending time with a mate. There is no way I could take his money and still look him in the eye. He's acutely aware that I get precious little time on the water these days and he didn't want to take up my spare time where I could be doing things the way i wanted to.
While we were talking, I tried to explain the reasons why I fish the way I do. And it came to me that it was for purely selfish reasons. I suppose over the years my skill level has risen and not one of my general circle of friends is a fisherman. So to fish with a mate becomes an exercise in frustration. I seem to seek out anti-social, hard to fish places where the end prize is a large fish. No-one I know likes standing in 20kt winds with rain stinging their face while their fingers go numb and stiff from the cold. They just look at me weird when i start to talk about things that go bump in the night and my eyes start to glaze over. I've learnt from experience that it's just easier to fish alone these days. I long since stopped bothering to ask people to come with me. I don't have to worry about whether "Mick" is freezing his nuts off cursing my very existence because I'm not leaving until two hours after the tide... in five hours time. So it's become for selfish reasons that I don't have company. I just want to spend my precious fishing time doing things my way. Don't get me wrong, I like company, but people as silly as me are few and far between it seems and i like my company better. It takes a special breed of person to obsess over a fish.
It made me think about how I was going to say no politely without offending him and the reasons why it made me feel so uncomfortable. I do alright in the fresh fish stakes but only ever take enough for the needs of my family. We nearly always have a feed or two in the freezer but nothing that wouldn't be cleaned out in the space of a couple of days should we choose to eat fish every day. The matter of selling my catch was abhorrent. I get a real kick out of giving a fresh slab of flesh to people who don't receive truly fresh fish very often. Legalities aside, there was no way I could justify it.
He's a rubbish fisherman and frankly a danger to have in some of the spots I fish regularly. He's been fishing with me plenty of times before and invariably i don't fish but spend my day untangling his line. It can be trying to say the least, but he's a good friend nonetheless. I tried to explain to him that taking a friend fishing isn't about the money, it's about spending time with a mate. There is no way I could take his money and still look him in the eye. He's acutely aware that I get precious little time on the water these days and he didn't want to take up my spare time where I could be doing things the way i wanted to.
While we were talking, I tried to explain the reasons why I fish the way I do. And it came to me that it was for purely selfish reasons. I suppose over the years my skill level has risen and not one of my general circle of friends is a fisherman. So to fish with a mate becomes an exercise in frustration. I seem to seek out anti-social, hard to fish places where the end prize is a large fish. No-one I know likes standing in 20kt winds with rain stinging their face while their fingers go numb and stiff from the cold. They just look at me weird when i start to talk about things that go bump in the night and my eyes start to glaze over. I've learnt from experience that it's just easier to fish alone these days. I long since stopped bothering to ask people to come with me. I don't have to worry about whether "Mick" is freezing his nuts off cursing my very existence because I'm not leaving until two hours after the tide... in five hours time. So it's become for selfish reasons that I don't have company. I just want to spend my precious fishing time doing things my way. Don't get me wrong, I like company, but people as silly as me are few and far between it seems and i like my company better. It takes a special breed of person to obsess over a fish.