There have been a few things that I have ever really considered to be a “hobby” in my life. With the exception of writing, I have not found much pleasure in hobbies such as sports, TV, or the gym. I’ve dabbled with art projects and house DIYs, but nothing has brought me joy like fishing.
My husband owns about twenty-five fishing shirts, enough poles to fill a shed, and more tackle boxes than you can imagine. He purchased his second boat just a few years ago, and to be honest, I was not a happy camper. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why the first boat wasn’t enough.
That was until I decided to take my first ride.
I went to pacify him, I was tired of hearing about this boat, I wasn’t interested in baking in 100-degree weather with no bathroom for hours on end. I just wanted to make him happy.
The wind in my hair, the water on my skin. The silence, in a world of chaos. The sight of a bobbing cork. The feeling of catching a fish. The rain beating down on my sunburned body. The excitement of reeling in that line after a hard tug. The shock as you pull in the biggest catch of the day.
It is exhilarating. I was hooked.
Baiting my hook, casting out my line, waiting for that nibble, it’s a feeling like no other. I’ve been able to find so much joy in sharing this hobby with my husband. Heck, I even spent my 29th birthday on the water and it was one of the best birthdays to date.
The silence and moments of tranquility have been such a stress reliever for me. I have been able to release so much worry and so much negativity by simply sitting by the water.
I encourage you ladies, spend time with your husbands, try to enjoy their hobbies with them. Give them a chance. You could end up like me. Hooked.