Why we fish?  To catch fish, right? No, to catch BIG fish, right? Not necessarily. At least, that is what I’ve learned. I’m posting this blog minutes before I walk out the door on a Patagonia fishing excursion based from Pucon, Chile.  On this journey, I’ll be equipped with a Chilean cruiser bike, a map I made, directions to a gate, a six-weight fly rod, a box full of sculpzillas, and a big smile on my face. This will represent my 3rd trip to this region and I have yet to catch many fish or large fish.  Although, I have caught up on my spanglish; I have caught a ride back into town after my bike broke down; I have caught delicious roadside bread; I have caught stream chilled beer and new friends; and, I have caught some of my fondest fishing memories. I’m not saying that catching fish isn’t fun, but I am saying that —for me— I’ve come to embrace the experience. It’s this adventure that calls my name.

Why we fish? 

To catch fish, right? No, to catch BIG fish, right? Not necessarily. At least, that is what I’ve learned.

I’m posting this blog minutes before I walk out the door on a Patagonia fishing excursion based from Pucon, Chile.  On this journey, I’ll be equipped with a Chilean cruiser bike, a map I made, directions to a gate, a six-weight fly rod, a box full of sculpzillas, and a big smile on my face.

This will represent my 3rd trip to this region and I have yet to catch many fish or large fish.  Although, I have caught up on my spanglish; I have caught a ride back into town after my bike broke down; I have caught delicious roadside bread; I have caught stream chilled beer and new friends; and, I have caught some of my fondest fishing memories. I’m not saying that catching fish isn’t fun, but I am saying that —for me— I’ve come to embrace the experience. It’s this adventure that calls my name.