Aaron Ladzinski- Staff Writer
A cool breeze settles in the air. The water is still as glass. A perfect reflection of the sky – red, purple, orange, and blue – is visible on the surface as the sun begins to rise. The birds chirp, awaking everyone in the neighborhood. A loon is heard from across the lake, calling out as he looks for his mate. Nothing is more perfect than a morning like this. This morning is not a normal morning, but rather a fishing morning.
Fishing is one of those addictions that is healthy for everyone. I should know – I’m one of those crazy fishing addicts, and I love using this pastime as a way to become closer with nature, people and myself. Fishing allows us to spend more time re-connecting with nature, build relationships, and make new memories.
I have been fishing since I was a little kid. My earliest memory of fishing is watching my bobber descend under the water and my line moving further and further away from me. I remember the pole being ripped right out of my hands and the mammoth fish swimming away with my Hot Wheels fishing pole. My dad laughed so hard he cried. Though I came out fishless, this memory marks the start of my addiction to fishing.
Sadly, some people actually fear the outdoors and suffer from natural environment phobia. But if these people fish, they will be able to overcome their phobia because they will be outside more and more. Not only does fishing get them over the phobia, it also helps them relieve stress and develop lifetime memories. Because of my time spent fishing, I have plenty of amazing memories and stories with the people who come along with me, such as my family and my friends.
Sometimes I wonder how I still have my fishing addiction. My family has what I’ll call a “fishing curse.” Every time we go fishing, anything that can go wrong does. In the past two years, we’ve lost four anchors. We lost one of these anchors this past year when my dad and I went across the lake to a new fishing spot. While we traveled across the lake, we didn’t realize that the anchor was still down. We managed to get half way through the lake before we felt our boat jerk forward. When I grabbed the rope, I looked over only to see that it had been cleanly chopped off. But even this rough event wasn’t enough to sink our love for fishing trips. There were 28 million fishing licenses sold across the United States in this past year. Though this number may seem large, I believe it should be able to increase, for nature is a place of renewal. It is where we belong.