Fishing for meaning ~ by D.Q.

Watching, that gossamer thread tying me

to the invisible realm of my scaled

quarry, standing feet apart from my

brother and friend on the quiet

lakeshore.

Listening, to the epigenetic echoes of our

forefathers feeding their loved ones.

Feeling, the light rain fall and the cold

breeze in my face.

This is where I find peace in our

overstimulated world.

It matters little what we catch, our

survival, unlike our forebearers isn't

reliant upon our success here.

Still we wait, yet we persist, in quiet

perseverance, awaiting that exhilarating

tug on our line.

That taught line signifying yet another natural battle, often life or

death. Not for us any longer, but for the

fish eternally the same.

Eat and be eaten, This is life. This is nature distilled to it's very essence.

Life eats life on every observable level, and your participation is nothing short of a divine act.

Layers of complexity and social nuances

dissolve in the presence of the fisherman

by the water.

From beginning hobbyist to dedicated angler, everyone is afforded this opportunity.

So much of our modern life is extraneous noise, and hectic activity, rendering the calm and uncertain nature of fishing akin to meditation for those who visit the water regularly.

Catching your quarry is a feeling we can

all recognize as satisfaction.

Perhaps a genetic understanding that such a feat of patience and attention long used to signify a prolonged survival for ourselves

and the ones we love.

Now we can share our catch in a different, perhaps deeply meaningful way.

The photos and videos shared amongst us fishermen of the digital era may not fill all our bellies, but they ignite our passion for the sport in a way likely unimaginable to our forefathers.

It makes me smile to see what can be caught in places I'll likely never get to visit.

Beyond the old fish tales of days before, we can glean a perspective beyond our

imagination now, of what species and

locales actually look like everywhere and

share in the thrill of the catch, or even

just the experience.

Fishing is an eternal puzzle and blood passion that cannot be solved or muted despite our ever changing world.

Hail the fisherman!

May tight lines and beautiful vistas await you all!