Post by theoldfart2 on Aug 9, 2013 19:15:12 GMT
Thought crossed what is left of my mind today as I watched some young Nippers fishing, is why do we go fishing?
Me, I go fishing to catch a fish or two to eat. Which is a bloody stupid thing to do because by the time I have bought the bait,bought the new hooks, swivs,etc and the time spent,I could have done a bit of work and bought something really nice to eat,and get some other bugger to cook it.
Why do we stand on a beach in January, when it is sleeting, and cold enough for the Brass Monkey, ( bet none of you know where that saying comes from, and Wicopedia is totally wrong!)
Now where were I , O yes. Is it the thrill of the hunt to go and catch a 4oz Pout.
Is it the fact that the TV is shite.
Is it this male bonding thing where we all sit naked around a beach fire rubbing each other with fermented Mackerel oil and whipping each other with lengths of Kelp , as we spin yarns about the one that got away, and try to out brag each other about how you never have to lift the toilet seat in your house, because you are the boss.
Why do we spend a lot of money on traces ( well I don't , just a hook and swivell running for me) then cast it out knowing there is a good chance you will never see it again.
If you spent the same amount at the bookies you might get a winner and make a few bob.
So why do we do it??
I can see that if there is a comp, there is a prize, but we do it for pleasure?
Are we all masochistics?
TOF.cdm, rmb ( to give my full title if you know what the letters stand for)
Me, I go fishing to catch a fish or two to eat. Which is a bloody stupid thing to do because by the time I have bought the bait,bought the new hooks, swivs,etc and the time spent,I could have done a bit of work and bought something really nice to eat,and get some other bugger to cook it.
Why do we stand on a beach in January, when it is sleeting, and cold enough for the Brass Monkey, ( bet none of you know where that saying comes from, and Wicopedia is totally wrong!)
Now where were I , O yes. Is it the thrill of the hunt to go and catch a 4oz Pout.
Is it the fact that the TV is shite.
Is it this male bonding thing where we all sit naked around a beach fire rubbing each other with fermented Mackerel oil and whipping each other with lengths of Kelp , as we spin yarns about the one that got away, and try to out brag each other about how you never have to lift the toilet seat in your house, because you are the boss.
Why do we spend a lot of money on traces ( well I don't , just a hook and swivell running for me) then cast it out knowing there is a good chance you will never see it again.
If you spent the same amount at the bookies you might get a winner and make a few bob.
So why do we do it??
I can see that if there is a comp, there is a prize, but we do it for pleasure?
Are we all masochistics?
TOF.cdm, rmb ( to give my full title if you know what the letters stand for)