Loving The Tic

When I was asked to write a blog about fishing, I was both honored and a bit concerned at the same time. Although I have fished for over 60 years (that sounds old), I can hardly be considered an expert when it comes to fishing. However, if you measure the pleasure I have gotten by pursuing fish of all varieties, then I might be in the top ten percent. 

The title of the blog speaks to this passion, Loving the Tic. For those of you who may not understand, many times when a fish inhales a lure, there is an unmistakable "tic" as the fish swallows your offering, inviting you to set the hook. The magnitude of the tic is not always representative of the size of the fish and the unknown makes this occurrence a discovery of what you may bring to the surface. Of course, as many fishermen know, the type of strike is dependent on how you choose to fish. Again, this can be a mystery as well.
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Is fishing all about catching fish? Hardly, though many who know me would question that statement. Although not a requirement, seeing a sunrise or sunset from the water reminds you of a creator in control. The sounds of the day starting to wake or preparing for the long night are amazing experiences. Have you watched a deer come for a drink of cool water or a family of otters play games that remind you that life should be filled with fun? The majesty of an eagle or osprey, dropping from the sky at the speed of gravity to grab the fish you are trying to catch inspires awe that can only come from seeing this live.

More important than this are the relationships that come from people from all walks for life. Fishing reduces us all to just people. Some may be better fishermen, some may be rich or poor, but in the end, we are all the same. We bond to each other because of a passion we share or will share as our time on the water grows. We pass this passion down to others like an heirloom, hoping that our children and grandchildren can know the same relationships, experience the same discoveries in nature and feel the "tic" that can only be felt from the contest between fisherman and the quarry.