I grew up fresh water fishing in North Louisiana but in my late 20’s when I moved to a Costa Rica beach town I had found other passions and obsessions. I spend the next 15 years of my life becoming the best surfer I could be (starting in your 20’s is definitely a handicap) and didn’t really give much thought to fishing over those years. One day I was walking back from the beach and one of my surfing buddies was there with a small inflatable. He had eight or ten mackerel they had just caught and I could feel the vibe of their success when I stopped by on the beach. I remember in that moment having a bit of an epiphany. Kind of a V-8 moment where I realized. “Man, I live right on the ocean, I’m in the water every day and I haven’t even tried fishing here”.
I had never done any salt water fishing but the idea of “getting” to learn something new was a large part of the intrigue. I was in the tackle shop the next day buying a cheap spinning combo and a couple of lures. I didn’t really know anything about saltwater fishing so I decided I would just apply what I knew of bass fishing and see if that knowledge would transfer. Almost all of it does. Fish are fish. There are nuances but there are more similarities than differences. I also put aside any ego and pride and became a sponge for knowledge. I had many friends who fished recreationally and professionally in the area and I all but begged the to share whatever they knew with me.
Armed with my cheap rod and reel and a bunch of ideas, I started fishing the beaches where I surf. I went into the activity without any expectations of success. I though maybe it would just be nice to throw some lures now and then. And that’s the way it was for a week or so. Then one day BOOM. I felt the tug. In that moment everything went from meditation to the adrenaline of “holy s***” I’ve got dinner on the end of this line! Sure enough, it was a little Snapper. 1-2 pounds at BEST, but the sense of satisfaction is almost beyond my ability to describe. I still have photos of me holding that little fish up in my yard when I got home. Fried it up straight away with my girlfriend and immediately turned my thoughts to how to repeat this event…as often as possible!
I had a bit more sporadic success from the beach but I would always see more bait beyond my casting range and started scheming about how to get out there to it. I had virtually no disposable income at the time so a boat was out of the question. I paddled out on a longboard a few times but it usually ended in flooding my reel and losing fish because I had nowhere to put my catch. Soon I found a used Hobie kayak for sale. It was pretty beat up and the guy was asking $850. I ruminated over that decision for a week. I was poor and $850 seemed like too big of an investment for something that I was afraid might end up as a big flower pot in the yard (as many do). I took the plunge though and the rest is history.
I almost immediately found success on the kayak and my thoughts turned to “what can I learn each trip to do everything BETTER to have more success”. And ultimately, that is the thrill of fishing for me…just like most of my activities and hobbies. The quest for knowledge and mastery. Whether it is knife knowledge or design, guitar/music, surfing, fishing….the joy comes with the growth. Sure, there are repeatable moments like catching a fish, bringing home dinner, etc that will always be satisfying, but the feeling that I am becoming more proficient in my craft is the real reward. The frequency and quality of the fish caught are just the evidence that affirms the path.
Today I still fish almost daily. Sometimes the passion burns a little less strongly because I feel like there is less in front of me to learn and figure out and I’m just repeatedly applying things I already know. Still fun but not as fun as the “figuring everything out” stage. Some of that is probably also just about old age, ego, and stubbornness though. I mean, there is still PLENTY to learn but I’ve found my techniques that work “well enough” and sometimes get too lazy to try new things. I try to stay out of that laziness but sometimes it feels like an inevitable part of aging. It’s ok. There will always be someone younger and hungrier that will come along and clean up all the scraps I’m leaving. Until then though I’ll be there doing my thing.
