I am obsessed with fishing. My husband started it. I never fished as a kid. When we first got together in 2011, he was still adjusting to my anxious tendencies and trying to come up with ways to help me ease my racing thoughts. It was a particularly difficult day the first time we went- I don't remember why I was so upset, just one of those days where crying comes in waves and you simply cannot make yourself stop. I remember thinking "this is stupid, how will this ever help me feel better?" HOW WRONG I WAS. As soon as my hook hit the water, I started to feel calm. It was like sitting there, staring at a bobber forced my mind to slow down. When the bobber finally went under, my endorphins fired off like nothing I'd ever experienced...which really says something, coming from a recovered addict. No pun intended, but I've been hooked ever since. We stuck with perch fishing the first couple of years, but after I nabbed a large mouth bass by chance one evening, I knew I had found my thing. Now I'm the one dragging my husband out to fish, sometimes we go 4 or 5 days a week! We only fish from the shore and release everything we catch, but I don't care. I love it so much.
