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Over the past few years of fishing with my hunter I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what it would be like to fish without him. Don’t get me wrong, I love fishing with my hunter. I love just swinging my body and pole around and having my hunter take my fish off my hook. But I’m beginning to realize that I’m not just fishing to fish. I’m not just fishing because he does. I’m not just fishing to take a vacation. I’m fishing because I really do enjoy it.
But there are many issues I struggle with. I want to be able to put the line on my rod myself, take a fish off the hook without fear, when my line breaks I want to be able to put all the thingymajiggers back on, I want to be able to take the boat out and drive myself, everything an experienced angler would do.
Then reality kicks in when we get to the boat dock. I panic and jump out of the truck while my hunter backs the boat in, ties it to the dock and then pulls the truck out. Then I promise myself I would start out with a small fish and take it off the hook.
On our last trip, I caught a tiny, little, itty, bitty fish. I turned my back so my hunter couldn’t see me. He would have insisted I give him my line but I wanted to do it for myself. With my back to my hunter, I try to grab ahold of the fish without screaming then the fish flip flops on my line and I just can’t bring myself to touch it. My hunter finally notices and grabbed the camera. I tried and tried but I just couldn’t do it without, well ….
Isn’t he cute! I would say I’m making a little progress.