Small Stream Trout fishing in Michigan

Fishing Alone

Back in the 80s and 90s I worked for a large company run by human beings that allowed me to take my vacation time in half days so I was able to run up to the Pine River on rainy afternoons. The Pine would come alive under a summer rain and that meant I brought trout home for my growing family including two young daughters that didn’t mind eating fish if I cooked them up to resemble Chicken McNuggets.  The days of large companies run by human beings came to a close and my daughters grew up, but the desire to head off on my own once in a while never went away. It’s true I fish with Feral often because mainly we seem to key into each others sense of humor and you can’t place a value on that. Still, when we camp, we are not averse to cutting off a good stretch by ourselves because that is the way to enjoy trout fishing – it tests your skill, you get to fish the best holes how you think will work best, and for some people, like Feral and myself, being alone is never a problem.

Trout fishing is a solo gig if you want to do it right. It is a chance to enjoy solitude and breathtaking scenery. It is a way to slow down and feel a part of something larger than you. I worry that I did not do right by my daughters by taking them on trout streams. They were just so feminine and girlish, like my wife, and I ran off too often to do my own thing. It’s true we went bluegill fishing on lakes and we had our family vacations, but teaching them to love trout fishing didn’t happen – so there is my regret. I should have shared that with them too.

My beautiful daughters

I am struggling to say what it is I mean about the value of trout fishing alone. It’s not the act of fishing so much as realizing when you are out there that you are truly alone in the world, and the world is an amazing place to be.  Once you have that perspective, you can face life’s challenges.

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2 thoughts on “Fishing Alone

  1. That was a very nice short story! The photograph fit very well,showing
    just how small we really are….or maybe how large. There is so much magic
    along a secluded stretch of trout stream that it humbles most men. There is a
    longing in every mans heart that only fishing alone can satisfy. Again, great story!
    I can’t wait for it to rain. Feral

  2. Caleb Brown on said:

    “Most men fish their entire lives without realizing it is not the fish they seek.”

    I find calling a fish the “best of my life” isn’t worth a damn; a philosophy I apply to other things I enjoy–including writing. That being said, some writings, and some fish capture something special in a way I can’t always explain. For me, this piece of writing is that type. I agree with Feral, the only word to describe what I find in those moments of solitude along a stream is “magic” and there are more nuggets of magic along small streams than any other environment I have ever known.

    I would also like to add something about sharing with the next generation that magic. I only remember my dad taking me on one trout fishing trip–an over night canoe trip down the South Branch of the P.M. the summer I turned ten. But, inspiration is not about how many times you do something, but by how long a single moment can carry on without being repeated. I was hooked for life, pun acknowledged, the first time I came near a stream and never needed another experience to draw me back as soon as I could make my own way there. I believe I share that sense of being drawn back to a stream with the fish and with all the life I observe along the stream; perhaps it is that common bond of the stream’s draw that I find as the attachment to something beyond and larger than me.

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