Hey Happy,

I think it begins in our heads.... the planning, then the prowl, the hunt, and the frequent defeat.

Those fond memories of the hookset when something pulled back with ungodly force.....

It's like the girl in high school that didn't want anything to do with us. She's the one we wanted! If it came too easy, it didn't last.

Who would have thought we'd spend the rest of our lives chasing fat girls?

You could take up crack. I think fishing is a better route just my 02.

I think crack would be cheaper....

I know exactly why I am addicted -- cause the next fish I catch is bound to be bigger than the last one I caught -- and if I happen to be wrong, then there is only one choice; try again

This is it for me. I'm a problem solver by nature.

You might say you love to fish. I have met and taken people fishing with me that love to fish. Sometimes they don't catch anything. I'm the only one catching fish. They complain and realize they don't love to fish. They want to leave early and don't want to go ever again. I have come to the conclusion, when someone tells me they "love to fish" just look at it as no one loves it more then me. Yes I fein for fishing, I will start literally jonesin to fish. I'll get in a bad mood and call into work. Get written up at work and everything it sucks but oh well. I have had girls break up with me. I've over drafted my acct too fish. It sucks but we gotta do what we gotta do.

Random reward is the most addictive kind. Any psychiatrist will tell you that.

Gives us something to spend all of are money on.

Born with it.

It's the nature, the intuition, the challenge, the accuracy, the technique, the affirmation, the apprehension, the hope, the catch, the lost ones, the risk, the reward, the disappointment, the beauty of the Bass, The beauty of the nature, the look of the hinge of his bog ole jaws, the strike, the short strike, the blow up, the toilet bowl, the tap, tap boom, the yank the rod out of your hand, the holy ****, I didn't feel him hit it, the tight line, and the bent rod, the fight, seeing em dart and fight, underwater, landing em, admiring them, the release, the gear, the memories, the father, the son, the friend, the peace, the staging, loading up, the departure from home, the arrival at the lake, the time before sunrise, the sunrise, the feeling that right now is the only thing on my mind, creeping up in the small still water, the sunset, the smell of the lake, the air.

Good question... Thousands on a boat and tackle just to catch some and throw them back! But ill do it till I die!!

Heck.. I'm building a house at the lake just because of fishing and I don't do it for a living.. LOL

I fish tor the satisfaction of being outside being a man. We r the hunter gathers. Men the ruler of nature top of the food chain, only to get out smarted by little green fish lmao....

Because my wife don't like to fish
Time apart is good for some marriages IMO

I have seen this quote of Thoreau listed at the bottom of a regular poster's comments on this site, but I don't recall who he is.--

"Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after."-Thoreau

Thoreau is absolutely right.I think fishing is an extended metaphor representative of a man's ongoing search to find solitude and a connection with God and the natural world. When one is completely alone and makes the perfect cast, coaxing a mystery, a Leviathan, out of the shadows of the deep, one lives fully in the immediate moment in the Creator's cathedral. It is interesting to consider how many of Jesus' disciples were fisherman and how often Christ uses fishing as a metaphor for something else. Fishing is universal to human experience and connects the present to the past.

The eternal chase for small green fish!