Fishing was a huge deal for myself during my younger years. My dad and I spent countless hours on the backroads of rural Swifton, AR casting into small creeks between rice fields in hopes of enticing a largemouth bass or two. I loved the thrill of catching fish and the time spent outdoors enjoying nature as much as the Yorkie sized mosquitoes would allow. I say thrill because reeling in a fighting fish is such a blast. I have friends who scoff at the idea of fishing because their few experiences were throwing out a bobber and waiting for a small panfish to nibble, often while being lectured by a grandparent. Yeah, that’s not fun, but constantly casting a lure that must stay in movement and getting ahold of a larger species is such pure fun. I can’t convince them to let me take them out and change their minds though. Can’t win them all.
When I was a kid, video games were huge for me. I’ll never forget that 1994 Christmas when my parents brought home a Super Nintendo and I saw the starting map of Super Mario Brothers for the very first time. I had no idea what any of this meant but I wanted to investigate immediately. From there on the pixels had their hold on me. For me, fishing feels a whole lot like a real life video game. There’s so much trial and error, but when you accomplish your goal it feels so rewarding. I have not encountered Bowser at a lake yet but maybe I just haven’t made it to that level yet.
Another reason I love fishing is that I get in a flow state where I’m focused on this singular activity and time just slips by. I’m fully engrossed by what lures to use, what spots or techniques to try and I don’t even remotely consider checking my phone. This is huge in today’s app riddled social climate. Try to think of a time recently where you’ve spent time with people and not a single person pulled out their phone to check on something. Pretty difficult, right? I’m not trying to sound like Grandpa Brown over here but I love that I’ve found a pastime that totally unplugs me from the digital world for a moment. It’s such a nice mental vacation for the tired brain. I’m not concerned with finding meaning through red numbers or any of the related nonsense. Even if I don’t catch a single fish, the time outside away from screens is still a great time.
When I moved to a new city for college in 2008 I did stop fishing for a number of years. With my new busy schedule I just never even thought about it and was in a strange new urban landscape without rice fields. I started fishing again around 2018 and immediately fell in love again. I couldn’t believe that I had ever stopped and was back to spending countless hours on the water. I lived in Chicago at the time and would often try my luck on the shore of Lake Michigan. This wasn’t the muddy Arkansas water that I was used to and I had to learn new techniques. I learned that clear water fish in busy areas are a little more discerning than the backroads bass of my youth. I only caught baby Rainbow Trout and Rock Bass that season but loved every second of it.
I’m back home in Arkansas again now and fishing some of the same waters I started on. I do venture out to some new rivers like The Little Red to better learn Trout and keep my skills sharp.
There’s some absolute beauty here in this state you just have to explore a bit.