Decades later, fishing for me remains a meditation. Yes, I still love catching—and releasing— fish. But nothing relaxes me and lowers my blood pressure like being on the water. For some reason I can’t explain, the worry synapses stop firing in my brain when I hold a rod and my hands take over. My mind snaps to respectful attention and is right there with the rest of me on that lakeshore or in that boat, living in the now.
As I’ve come to consciously recognize this blessing the Angling Gods bestowed upon me, I’ve also realized the key to happiness—even survival—in the increasingly hectic pace of modern life is to participate regularly in an activity that frees the mind and restores the soul. Angling was given to us by a higher power for exactly that reason.
If you fish, you know I’m right. If you don’t understand, then go fishing—not just once, but a couple of times at least—and then you will know.
Excerpt from Why We Fish--- Reel Wisdom From Real Fishermen