Changing Subjects
Changing subjects for a moment. Check out my report back from attending a local Surf Fishing Seminar. Once you click on the link, my story is the third one down: "Professor of Fishing."
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Changing subjects for a moment. Check out my report back from attending a local Surf Fishing Seminar. Once you click on the link, my story is the third one down: "Professor of Fishing."
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For every hour we spend fishing, God gives us another 3 hours on earth. ;-)
Posted by: GMRoper | Wednesday, February 16, 2005 at 06:39 PM
Glad to see I'm not the only lefty blogger fishing junkie. But, now that you're all grown up, perhaps it's time you graduated from rubber grubs to flies?
Posted by: The Continental Op | Wednesday, February 16, 2005 at 07:55 PM
Not to act as a shill, or anything...but check out a story called `Hooked' under the `articles' heading up top. It's probably my all-time favorite article by the host, partly because I grew up in Venice (and believe me, the Santa Monica Pier and P.O.P. were IT!),
and it's just a great fishing story. Also shows you what a cool kid
he's raised.
Gonna have to try to get to one of these seminars...
Posted by: jim hitchcock | Wednesday, February 16, 2005 at 11:56 PM
Ah, life! I'm not into fishing but my bro-in-law is. I drive the boat (and smoke a cigar) while he casts and winds, casts and winds, and shouts instructions on where to go (indicated by roiling water, terns diving, etc.).
For me the sense of engagement and distraction you describe comes from sailing. Reading the wind, waves, and weather while trimming the boat to achieve maximum boat speed (which for land locked folks is a seemingly slow pedestrian 7 - 8 knots/mph) is nothing short of heaven.
Ah, I'm sick of winter.
Posted by: too many steves | Thursday, February 17, 2005 at 03:49 AM
"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him to fish and you feed him for life."
Marc is going to eat well for the rest of his life.
Posted by: Woody | Thursday, February 17, 2005 at 01:59 PM
A couple of weeks ago I got a fishing license for the first time in years. I'm looking forward to some trout fishing.
Posted by: Kevin | Thursday, February 17, 2005 at 07:39 PM
A friend of mine in Georgia went fishing on a whim over in Alabama and found out that fishing licenses are required there, too--even if it was a spur of the moment decision. He also found out that you are supposed to pay the fine or a bench warrant is issued.
I blame Bush for not lowering or doing away with fishing licenses! People need to eat and they shouldn't have to pay for the right to get their food. Where's the outrage?!
Posted by: Woody | Thursday, February 17, 2005 at 07:55 PM
You don't need a license to fish in the ocean - at least here in the Northeastern US. Of course, you need to like to fish for (and eat) bluefish, stripers, cod, haddock, flounder, and tuna. Seems a small price to pay to me.
Posted by: too many steves | Friday, February 18, 2005 at 07:30 AM
You need a license to fish anywhere in California, except from a public pier that sticks into salt water.
Posted by: Kevin | Sunday, February 20, 2005 at 12:13 AM