Fishing as a Stress Reliever

We went for night fishing yesterday evening.

We left the island around five past six and traces of the sun that has just set were still visible on the still-pinkish-turning-to-gray sky. The current was strong and the tide was low as it was just two days after the first full moon of the year. Continue reading “Fishing as a Stress Reliever”

I Gate Crash Fishing Parties

Fishing is my most favorite thing to do here in the Maldives and a lot of my colleagues have noticed my love for this activity. My friend even said, when Aysa hears about fishing, she forgets everything – even me.

Whenever there are fishing trips, I am usually present. Sometimes I get invited, sometimes I gate crash the fishing party.

If you have never tried to go on a fishing trip, you might be wondering why I like fishing.

First of all, I find joy whenever I get on the boat and set sail. I like to be out on the sea. I get to see picturesque sunsets or starry skies. I get to hear the waves and I get to feel the relaxing effect of this natural music.

The second reason why I love fishing is the excitement that I get whenever I feel the movement of my bait, when a fish is biting it. And most especially, I get excited whenever I catch a fish.

But more importantly, I like fishing because it has taught me, and is still teaching me valuable lessons in life.

When one goes out for fishing, one needs the knowledge and skills, good weather, luck and timing (this is according to me).

My colleagues who are really pro in fishing know when and when not to set sail. When it is too windy, the waves will be very strong. Then it is not the time to go out for a trip. But then, it’s not all about the weather nor proficiency.

There was one fishing trip when I was with pro fishers and the weather was really excellent for fishing. The sea was very calm but we caught almost nothing, maybe just 3 to 4 pieces of fish for almost 4hours. No luck.

Then there was one fishing trip when I was with beginners and the waves were a bit rough but we caught tons of fish within one hour. Whenever we put down the line, within seconds we had fish on our baits. But after that said hour, we didn’t get anything anymore. So I can say, it was just pure luck and good timing.

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This is what we call ‘line’ and this is what we use for fishing, not the fishing rod. It is nylon string that is on that circle thing.

Whenever I think about these trips, I think about life. I think about how people can never have everything at the same time. They can have knowledge and skills but never the luck or good timing. Some are so lucky but because they don’t have the knowledge, their luck gets wasted. This applies to job hunting, business management, writing, career advancement, etc., and even just to life in general. Though we can say some did really get lucky to have all these elements in life at once, hence they became successful.

Apart from the different elements of life that I learned and mentioned, fishing has taught me and is still teaching me a very important value in life and that is patience.

Whenever I drop the line into the water, I sit quietly. I listen to the waves while I wait for that movement from underneath the deep sea. I wait till I learn how to feel when the fish is biting my bait. I wait until my luck comes. I wait till the good times come.

I wait. And I wait patiently. In silence.

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That’s a happy Aysa with her catch – a red snapper!

 

Fishing

I boarded the fishing boat with hopes of getting a big catch. Me, my husband and several others who wanted fresh fish for dinner, we all had high hopes.

 

The boat left the island just a few minutes before sunset so as we sailed through, the sun was slowly bidding its goodbye. But before the light finally faded, some dolphins came by to say hello. This has always been the case. When someone says goodbye, someone else will say hello.

 

The boat crew gave us nylon rods with hook on their ends, of course that’s where we hang the baits.

 

Let the rods loose till it reaches the bottom then pull back some 3-4 meters. Then wait. Wait till you feel something. You’ll know it when something’s biting the bait. There will be some movement. Once you feel it, pull the rods as fast as you could.

 

Several times did I feel the said movement. Tense and excitement came. I always pulled and they always pulled back. But somewhere along the way, I lost them. Several of them. Either they got eaten by  bigger fish along the way or they wiggled their way out of the hook. It hurts when you know you already got something, then someone or something else steals it away. And what hurts more is when you know you already got it but it got away, not that you lost it but it tried hard to free itself.

 

Ten minutes more, said the boat captain. I still dont have anything on my bucket. I was very sad and  frustrated. I tried fishing once, 2 years ago and it was a success. I only caught one, a red snapper, 3 feet long.

 

But such is life. What happened yesterday may or may not happen again today. Often times, it’s the latter.

 

I rolled back the nylon and gave it to the crew. Frustrated, I said, take this, handing him the neatly rolled nylon rod. I didn’t catch anything. The captain said  we only have 10 more minutes left, I did’t get anything in an hour and a half, what would I get in 10 minutes? 

 

Try once more, the boat crew  said.

 

Half hoping, half not,  I let the nylon rod loose once more. It reached the bottom of the sea then I pulled back some 3 meters. Not even three minutes have passed when I felt a slight pull. I tried not to get excited at first. It could be a false alarm again. It might get eaten again along the way or wiggle its way out. I did a quick pull and stopped, trying to sense the movement. It pulled back once more. Excitement came and my heart pounded. Tense followed and then some doubt. I still can’t be sure that this fish is really mine till I see the fish itself, hooked at the end of my nylon rod.

 

A few more pulls then I felt relieved. Relieved as I saw the fish at the end of the nylon rod, hooked but still wiggling. It’s called Emperor, the boat crew said, a regular sized one but enough to feed two for dinner.

 

The whole boat rejoiced as if one fish was worth popping up a bottle of champagne. I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead. I smiled.

 

This success could be pure luck as it couldn’t be, for sure, fishing expertise. But one thing’s for sure, fishing tested my patience, my perseverance and my eagerness to try once more even after failing several times.

 

There’s no such thing as an easy catch. We lose a lot along the way. We get disappointed and frustrated. We lose hope. But there’s no harm in waiting, and in trying over and over again.