The birth of an obsession can be a difficult thing to pinpoint. For most people, I imagine the evolution of an interest, like fishing in my case, is a gradual, slippery slope of immersion, with few, if any, notable ratchets in emotional, intellectual, or financial commitment. You look down one day and you’re holding $300+ worth of rod and reel and you can’t remember how you got here, or when it became not only acceptable, but also necessary to invest in such luxuries. Hours of research and preparation somehow manifest themselves where a minute to spare once seemed impossible to come by. Sleep, or sometimes more important priorities like family or work, is repositioned or ignored to make room for precious time on the water. Specifics aside, I think these journeys of ours all have common triggers – triggers we may not remember or recognize – but triggers that I like to imagine often share common origins, whether forgotten or mundane
Have you ever heard the expression “be careful what you wish for, it just may come true?”. Well that happened to me yesterday. After two weeks of carefully preparing Baja legend Chuck Sardo’s kayak for some serious fishing, I finally got to take her out for sea trials.