I fondly remember my days as a kid when my father bought me my very first “rod-and-reel” combo. Dirt cheap fishing gear you could buy from the selves of any supermarket in a box with some line, sinkers and even hooks with some lures that was made for fresh water fishing. I remember how I opened my birthday present wrapped in brown paper and how my heart started to beat like a drum when I saw the picture of a man catching a huge fish on the box. Those days petrol was cheap and cars were big and you could drive after fish over the weekends. Our favourite spot was the S. Von Bach Dam near Okahandja, Namibia. I fondly remember the leisurely Saturdays next to the fishing water with my daddy and I waiting patiently for the fish to take the bait. I remember my first fish, a carp, and I remember my fierce fight with it while my father shouted instructions.
You'd better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!
Live is like a fishing stream. It keeps flowing past and you never know what it will bring. Some days there will be abundance, but other days it will have nothing to offer you. But if you’re a real fisherman you will know that the stream will always offer you peace of mind and the quietness for which you came. This is how I remember my freshwater fishing days. This is how I remember my early youth. I grew up and the troubled mind of the teenager started to change my life bit by bit. My father was a man who understood life as he had lived it the hard way. He was a man of great patience. He was stuck with my behavior, but he knew one thing. If it all got too much, there were the fishing waters that would wash the worries away and cool the mind.

