So, I’ve decided that I am officially cursed when it comes to fishing, in more ways than one.
I’ve spent the past summer testing the curse, and there is no doubt that it is very real and very strongly in place. And the curse is this:
When I go fishing with friends or family, either everybody around me is catching fish left and right while I see no action at all, or nobody around me is catching fish and I’m the only one reeling them in (usually hand over fist). The situation never seems to mix where everybody is catching the occasional fish here or there. It’s always polarized. And a curse is the only logical explanation I can come up with for the phenomenon.
I don’t know which part of the curse is worse. There’s nothing all that fun about being the only one catching anything. I mean, sure at first it’s fun, but after a while, everybody else starts getting a little uneasy and at least a little frustrated, especially when I’m reeling in number four or five (or ten). They get even more peeved after they’ve switched to the same bait or lures that I have been using without additional luck. It’s also not much fun when everybody else is slaying them and I’m sitting there like a grump getting sunburned without any good fish stories to take home and make it worth it.
In all truth, I probably can’t say I’ve thoroughly tested the curse until I have the guts to put real bait and a real hook on Noah’s fishing line. Until now, I’ve always just rigged him up with a rubber worm and a bobber, having had his tackle swing toward my face more times than I can count. I hold my own pole, and when I get one on the line, I hand it to him to “hold” for a few minutes, and then let him think the catch is his. It’s what my dad always did for us when we were kids (which you can read about in my post Fishing with Dad.)
Who knows but that Noah will actually be my partner in this curse. At that point it may be a lot more fun to be slayin’ em when nobody else is. It would drive all his uncles and cousins crazy and would make it easier to choke down the times when the curse bites us in the butt. There isn’t a whole lot better than interfamily fishing rivalry, right?
So how about you? Is there a fishing curse in your family? How does the curse affect you and how would you explain it? Seems that a lot of families have members who claim that they’re cursed when it comes to fishing.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing