Was sitting in my squad yesterday and came across an incident that started me thinking about our patience as anglers. I have seen some insane, almost mental to the point of madness patience in my Grandfather and other anglers out there. Some of us fish the same spot for hours knowing there is nothing but moss and tadpoles in the water, yet we persist. I have seen myself as a father willingly loose XD crankbait after another to teach my daughter how to fish them with only joy in my heart. I personally have spent hours deciphering the network of cables in the hull of my boat just to install a single ducer and was in a state of calm and peace that only a angler could understand!
Yet I observed a young angler attempting to back his new boat into his driveway and totally loose his mind, i have been there. I should have recorder it but I felt so bad for him although it was funny to watch. He had just bought the boat used and couldnít get the dual axel trailer to line up for the turn. He tried for about 20 minutes, yelling at everyone but himself and was about to hit his breaking point. The mailbox and a flower pot were the only casualties. I pulled up and asked if he needed some help and he had the look of someone about to jump of a bridge. You see he had a single axel trailer before and had never backed a trailer like this (allot longer than his old boat). He was adamant about his manhood!
Lol but conceded defeat. Rather than do it for him I asked him to follow me the food market around the corner and I tossed out a few cones. I told him what my grandfather told me many years ago, ďbe patient and take your time and who gives a [censored] if you have to do it twiceĒ. He would tell me ďItís fishing son, relax and have fun or find another hobbyĒ. He seemed to understand and after a few dead cones, he had it! I left and latter saw him washing the new boat in his driveway parked perfectly.
So i ask, why are we so patient with a rod and rell yet littl ethings cause us to loose our mind?
I know for me, fishing makes me a better person at all levels.
This just really made me think about what upsets me and how the little things really donít matter and if we all practiced a bit more patience in life, like we do trying to catch that bedded bass, we would be in such a better place.