“Fishing seems to connect us to a primal existence. The acceptable face of hunting. Somehow it’s less obnoxious dragging a fish out of its watery habitat and banging it on the head with a stick then shooting another mammal in a forest with an arrow or bullet.
“I remember a fishing trip with my father, Garvin, when I was 12 years old. We went to a river in Wales called the Tywi for three days with Granduncle Gordon. It wasn’t exactly the passing of the secret knowledge, as my dad and I were both pretty clueless, but the important thing was we got to hang out doing something that we could share. It’s so long ago that I can’t remember much beyond the awareness of a rare bonding time spent with my dad.
“There is one moment, however, that is indelibly printed in my memory. It was the electric shock I felt down my spine as my line suddenly went taut, my fishing rod bent downward, and I realized that a large salmon had taken my bait.
“The next few minutes were a blur of activity that ended in a slack line and no fish. There was a post-mortem of possible causes: a bad knot; the reel resistance was set too tight; lack of tension on the line, but the disappointment faded quickly and we moved easily into that time-honoured ritual, the telling of ‘the one that got away’ story. It was an important time for my father and me but the connection made between boy and nature has also remained.
“I still love to go into the wilderness to reconnect with – exactly what I don’t know. Maybe the idea of a primal existence and a more natural pace of life, the way my senses are all engaged and heightened, maybe it’s to finally catch the one that got away.
“All I know is that when I had my son it was one of the first things we did together. First hunting for crabs on the rocks, then a bit of line fishing and eventually some bigger stuff.
“Here we are with a barracuda I caught in the Bahamas. As a father I see now how the secret knowledge gets passed in both directions. My son Levi from the earliest time insisted on throwing back his catch, which now makes sense to me because they are all ‘the one that got away’.”
The Edge was born in 1961 as David Evans in Essex, England, to Welsh parents who moved to Ireland when he was an infant. He was a founding member of U2 in 1976.
Originally posted by alexandra_t:Have you guys seen this?
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Nope! I have the Spin magazine that came out last year. Where did you buy this?
Originally posted by iTim:I'll keep an eye out for that.
Originally posted by LikeASong:I WANT IT
