Imagine how men feel when they visualize women at a baby shower, or a gaggle of us shopping together, or hear us on the phone (not gossiping -- pfft!) Well, I along with my only female friend with whom I go fishing, feel just like they do when we're fishing among men. It's incredible. They never shut up! There's an old wives (ironic) tale that one is supposed to be quiet when fishing otherwise he might scare the fish away. I have rarely met a quiet fisherman around here. They are jabbering on about everything, but mostly fishing tales. If a fisherman is telling his pals or his gals fishing stories, it usually means one of two possibilities: One, he isn't currently catching any fish because he wouldn't be yammering if he was, and two, he's exaggerating if not flat out lying about the fish that he says he did catch.
|Me, at the top of my favorite creek.|
Here in my state, it isn't as common for women to fish as it is for men, but this is especially true for river fishing for salmon and trout. We have to wear the cumbersome waders and heavy boots, then stand in the water with the current and it's challenging no matter what gender one is. We have to be so careful with river fishing because of the huge treble hooks we use. They come flying out of the water at us when we're fighting in the river against the current and the hooks get snagged (caught) on river rocks, logs and all kinds of stuff. If we pull on our lines too hard, while we're trying to yank our hooks free, here comes the heavy metal treble hooks and fishing lines flying right at your face, chest, whatever. I have been hit, but I have not been hooked. My friend has though and I will spare you the story.