I have been obsessed with fishing since the first time my dad took me trout fishing.I was probably five.He used to fly fish the wenatcheee and icicle rivers for steel head and would leave me at home.I would cry and cry.

Dad moved us to bremerton when I was six and I was obssesed from day one.Unlike wenatchee there was water all atround.We lived a block away from a park on the sound and I flunked the third grade because all i would do is get out of school and go straight to the beach.I was obsessed.When I got old enough for a bike it was even worse as I peddalled all over the county.Thanks to a fourth grade teacher I discovered that the little streams had fish in them!!He also helped me discover the searun cutty.Boy scouts got me into the Olympic mountains and I still remember the oldboy and his perrywinkles.I fell in love with the olympics in a bad way.Would cry if a trip got cancelled due to the rain.

I got out of high school and got offered a job comercial fish up north and jumped on it.That Gorden fish stick dude had convinced me that it was my destiny.I would spend three months covered in fish cum and love every minute of it.While I was there I would dream of getting home and fishing the olympics while every body else was thinking of a trip to mexico or Hawaii.

I have been thinking about the reel question here and have decided that My obbsession is kind of like gambling.Every cast is like pulling the handle of slot machine.I add to this thrill by exploring ereas that may not even have any fish.When i do find that hidden little run of fish I get great satisfaction.Common ground I do not know.I have wrestled with this and cannot come up with it.Fishermen tend to look at there fishing beliefs like they would there politics and religions.We have a rule on thanksgiving at the splett home.no politics!!!