Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Ice Ice Middle Aged Adult

Fishing I don't really get.

If I had to break it down to the stuff I like - it'd be a small list.
(in the interest of full disclosure, I'm part of the 87% of Americans who don't consider fishing a sport...and part of the 29% who make up stats)

Fun?  You've got the casting, and the winding up the little reel thing.  After that? guess that part when you pull back your fishing rod and it bends a lot while you're leaning back...that's gotta be pretty good.  After that?  Yup...

So I've established my parameters with the fishing.  I'm sure there are mountains of stories and experiences that would fly in the face of my paradigm.  It just is what it is...whatever that means.

Having said that, I really, really, really, really, really don't understand the appeal of ice fishing.  No casting, maybe some of that winding up the reel thingy...and probably very few moments where you say, "I see a few jumpin over yonder"

So you scoot a portable barn over frozen water.  So far I'm not loving this.  Then you take out a giant drill and start drilling, while hoping the ice is thick enough to hold you (how often do you drill something and wish for it to be extra thick?)  And then you throw a string with a hook on it down the hole...and you wait...

...and wait

...and then you sit there

Maybe this is more about me not liking the taste of seafood?

1 comment:

  1. in areas where this is popular, you either wait for cold fish to bite or you learn to yodel.