Even though I have zealot fishing friends who sprint, rod in hands, to secret spots in the Rocky Mountains when the moon is right, I have never really understood the allure. My son, on the other hand, is romanced by the concept. Thus, I lured him to the US Forest Service’s National Get Outdoors Day a few weeks ago, with the promise of fishing demos and lessons.
As my son was being oriented to the finer points of bait and hook, I picked up a fishing rod and did my best “A River Runs Though It” cast-off. The little buoy landed about three feet from my right foot in the dirt. I heard several hefty chuckles behind me and then an old man waddled over, shaking his head.
“That was just terrible,” he told me, visibly horrified by my performance.
He gave me a great lesson on the spot, his buddies chiming in with instructions from a bench a few yards away. Within ten minutes of focus and intense scrutiny, I was able send out a single, lengthy, direct line deep into the lake. I handed back the rod, figuring I should quit while I was ahead.
I must admit though, it was a thoroughly enjoyable ten minutes. I’ve always imagined fishing as stand still in a frozen stream at daybreak, maybe in some rain, occasionally untangling some line.
As we drive today to a friend’s ranch near Yellowstone Park in Wyoming, I am determined to try it again. Believe it or not, I brought Leave No Trace’s Fishing Skills and Ethics booklet along, which I read, again this morning, with a renewed interest…and maybe dreaming of Brad Pitt a little.
-Susy Alkaitis