Fishing, someone once said that it is the contemplative man’s pastime. This is most certainly the case, as without a reflective mind it would surely be a mind numbing exercise. These days of course there is another kind of fisherman, one who can entertain himself with everything from his mobile phone to Netflix. There is nothing wrong with this if you are camped out next to a lake for a week. But if only fishing for a few hours I prefer peace, quiet and a cup of tea.

There is always so much to look at, how could one become bored? But the ideal that is in my mind, when I imagine a fishing trip, barely exists in reality. There are just too many people in this world who want a piece of the peace that I crave. So I must, somehow, adjust my mind to this reality so that I am not constantly disappointed with my lack of an ideal day. Or, perhaps, just go where there is less chance of catching. Is it better to look at a beautiful, peaceful scene with less chance of fish? Or a hectic pond bursting at the seams, with both fish and fishermen?

I know which I would choose, give me tranquility with just the least chance of a bite and I am more than content. I feel I am one with the world and able to feel the echoes of simpler times past.

Fishing

© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish

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