Fishing is a perfect combination of sport and art. It’s also no coincidence that all the great fisherman I know are also great story-tellers.
Before I caught the photography bug at age 14 I was a pretty serious fisherman. My fishing fixation was a precursor to what would become my obsession with cameras, lenses, strobes, and darkrooms.
I had my own tackle box with everything needed for freshwater pond, creek and lake fishing. Along with that gear, I had a level of skill and patience that allowed me to come away with a pretty good catch from almost every outing.
Some of the stuff that I had in my tackle box was superfluous. The most ridiculous item was this contraption that purported to accurately gauge the weight and length of any fish that was caught. I never used it once.
The thing about this kind of tool is that in the heat of the moment, a real fisherman will almost always forget it’s there. That’s what happened with me time and time again.
In all of those many times that I caught a keeper, I was way too excited and exhausted from the fight to measure my catch. Besides, I was the kind of fisherman that could “estimate” the size and weight of a lunker perfectly and the optimize my story from there.
I was never one to let something like a measurement overshadow my adventure.
At least that’s how I remember it now.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer specializing in creating environmental on-location portraits and corporate photo libraries for blue chip companies.