I'd rather be fishing

Commuting to Marco

I have a theory about the ratio about one’s time spent on the water and how much joy one gets out of life. It goes like 5*(time spent on the water)=(joy of life)¯. I know I am a mathematical genius. After this weekend I proved my theory right and I am going to publish a book soon about the relative law of water.

Snook season started this Friday and of course I just needed to head out and check this out first hand. Saturday I went out to the local marina’s and started talking to the people who went out searching for the fish. I was quickly told that it wasn’t as difficult as I had thought to catch a snook. Just go out and fish along the banks and spend some time out there and you will catch one, according to Bill Dorman at Goodland’s Calusa Marina.

Being the journalist that I am, I decided to investigate. One of my buddies who writes for Coastbeat.com went out fishing for a story he was writing for the alternative weekly. While the guy he was fishing with, an experienced angler, caught a couple of snook, all he could catch was saltwater catfish or other bottom-feeding fish. Suddenly I knew that it wasn’t as easy as the experienced fishers make it sound.

But that is part of the fulfillment of life I was talking about earlier. People who go out to catch fish, especially the ones who return most of their bounty, don’t go out in order to practice ‘catching fish.’ They spend hours of the day relaxing and enjoying the water without a care in the world. The only excitement of the day is the buzz of the fishing reel when a fish snags the bait.

The rest of the time is spent talking to annoying journalists like myself who want to capture the entire essence of snook in 500 words. And yet most of the anglers took a few moments to talk to the camera-wielding, recorder-carrying me and I appreciate that.

Maybe instead of writing the theory of water to fulfillment I should take my own advice and sit my Midwestern self on a boat and go fishing.

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