Simply put, I’m a fisherman.
It’s the most natural outcome for someone who fell in love with fishing early. And by love, I mean: willing to follow wherever fishing wanted to take me.
Travel to a new country to investigate a fishery? I’ll be packed in an hour. Explore an uncharted river? I’m in. Stalk a fish that’s never seen a fisherman? I want to solve the puzzle, crack into that animal’s head and figure out how to catch it. After years of living in fishing’s gravity, I’ve witnessed how it can alter orbits beyond my own.
I’ve seen how it changes the angler, how connecting to wild fish in unspoiled landscapes affects each and every one of us. Whatever distractions complicate our lives evaporate under the influence of profound waters and untamed fish. I’ve also observed how angling can impact communities, offering new strategies to protect indigenous homelands. The simple act of fishing provides people with deep connections to rivers long-term hope and protection against forces that tempt them with short-term gain.
Being an angler requires one thing above all else: to remain open to endless possibility.
That’s all it takes for fishing to work its magic. It certainly did for me.
