Some say fishing is a hobby, a past time or simply something that gets you out of doing household chores. But for me it has a much broader spectrum… yes, it is the above but I often see it as a journey. A journey that runs parallel to my life but is an outlet for my emotions, passions and dreams. I regularly visit this journey, sometimes on a weekly basis, regularly with my mates and often just by myself. I find it to be the outlet for my existence, when I need a pep up or just when I need to gather my thoughts, it’s awesome just being near the water. Some days are fishless, other days are plentiful but everyday seems to be a pinnacle in relaxation.
As a lot of anglers out there, we often are fortunate to have a piscatorial upbringing via our fathers, uncles or grandfathers which instills a deep love for the sport that often is indescribable to the less understanding. This love follows us wherever we go. Whether it’s at work, where we take spare time to research potential tackle purchases on the Internet or being at a family BBQ, where in your mind ‘the wind is from the SW blowing 8kts, wish I was fishing’…. It’s a deep love that follows us perpetually.
Harnessing this craving into our lives can be a tough ask, with the endless other priorities constantly knocking on your ‘time’ door, frustration easily sets in often leading to vagueness and disagreements with those close to us. But don’t fret fellow anglers, the good news is there is a light at the end of this tunnel. A light that isn’t bright shining but more like the red ‘standby light’ on our TVs. There it sits in the background, day in day out, and you know it’s constantly there and you definitely know there is ample options when you turn it on but getting your hand on the remote control is the key.
In the next few weeks I get the priceless opportunity to get my hands on this remote control and get to compete in the 3rd Hobie Fishing World Championships on the lush waterways of the Bemm River and Marlo in Victoria. Known for it’s bruising big bream and vast expanses, this is a perfect chance for me to channel my passions and fish an arena regarded highly on many bream angler’s bucket list.
But the fishing is not the only gratuity I get to experience on this journey, it’s also the opportunity to meet, have a laugh and share stories with anglers from around all the world who have too, carved their way through their own journey of dreams earning them the chance to fly their country’s colours in the sport they love. These same anglers are exactly like you and I, whose burning love for fishing has bought them across the world, remote controls in hand ready to surf some channels. For each of us the journey has been different, whether qualifying through an event or spilling your blood for the sport, it really doesn’t matter how you got there as long as you enjoyed your expedition.
This is the essence of our sport, following your dreams, enjoying the journeys and expressing your passion. As fisherman we love this stuff, it’s the exact fuel that pushes us to achieve, to catch a bigger fish, to win the next tournament or just purely to restore self-preservation. If you could bottle this stuff you would drink it everyday, share it with no one or even smear it on your lure every fifth cast. It’s about bringing your visions to fruition whether it results in a good fishing day or not, it’s just another journey of our dreams.
I know when I hit the water in a couple of weeks in Victoria, I will be embarking on another (but certainly not the last) expedition of my ideas and aspirations. With the green and gold on my back, it’s not only about the personal voyage I have taken to get myself there but it’s simple about one thing….Living the dream.