A Morning’s Fishing

August 25th, 2011 | 1 Comment

I recently had the opportunity to take a friend, his son, and three of his son’s teenage friends out for a morning of fishing. The friend is science writer and New York Times Dot.Earth blogger Andy Revkin.

While the humaneness of fishing can validly be questioned, it’s always been my opinion that getting involved with the natural world, including a bit of poking and prodding, dirty hands, new smells, and a full belly, is for most people a more intimate and more lasting experience than just looking at it and experiencing it as scenery.

I know that for me, my early fishing experiences are seared into my memory, and my love of fishing eventually led, very directly, into my alarm at the declines I was seeing and my desire to devote my life to conservation.

But on this morning we spoke nothing of issues. It was only friends, bonding, seabirds, calm water, the pandemonium caused by strong, fast fish, plans for a fish fry, and promises to come back. In other words, it was perfect.

Andy took some video of our day.




One Response to “A Morning’s Fishing”

  1. [...] Fishing is a mainstay of my summers in Maine. Revkin includes a paragraph from Carl Safina’s blog that echoes my own long-standing sense of the importance of getting out there as essential to [...]

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