This weekend my city has been hosting a bass fishing tournament. Apparently this is such a big deal that some sporting network has sent cameras to film it. How interesting can it be to watch a fishing contest? The question struck me early this morning while I working in my yard. It was 6 a.m. when I heard a magnified voice blaring from somewhere within a 2 mile radius of my home. It took a while to figure out that it had to belong to someone at this “amazing” fishing contest. But really, what does an announcer “announce” for fishing?
“It looks like Boat 3, owned by Bobby Bass, has started his engine. Yes, indeedy, that’s a fine sounding motor. “
“And look at that. Boat 5, owned by Freddy Frog, has found a spot on the river and has turned off its motor. He must have found a good spot to drop his line.”
“And there’s Boat 1, owned by Charlie Sheepshead. He appears to be baiting his hook.”
I get fishing as far as fishing for a meal. What’s the adage: “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime.” That makes sense to me.
What doesn’t make sense is hopping on a boat and hanging out on the river all day fishing. Catch and release, catch and release……boring. It’s obvious that I did not inherit the gene from my Grandpa.