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It is almost more than I can stand. I cant take being away from the rivers of Oregon, especially this time of year. Better yet, I read all of the posts and see all of the pics, which makes it worse.
Instead of having pics of cars or girls hanging around my bed, like the rest of the soldiers, I have pictures of Alumawelds and fish. I have printed pics from this site to hand around my bunk to keep me semi-sedated. I have issues of Salmon Trout Steelhead magazine sent to me.
Is it an addiction for which there is no cure? Is it an undiscovered illness for which the cure is more of it? Or is it an obsession that an appitite cannot be satisfied? I often wonder if it is a medical or psychological disorder.
Comparitively speaking, when questioning the sanity of fishermen, and determining wether their condition is an addiction or illness, it can be relatively justified. Outdoors, friends, water, fish...and on and on. You don't hear golfers talking years later about the one that got away, or how big their last catch is. But, day after day they whack a little ball and then have to chase it. Heck, I have a dog to retreive the ball so I don't have to chase it, how smart is a golfer?
Well, after this deployment I intend on continuing my education in the field of psychology, specializing in fishing addictions. :cheers:
Instead of having pics of cars or girls hanging around my bed, like the rest of the soldiers, I have pictures of Alumawelds and fish. I have printed pics from this site to hand around my bunk to keep me semi-sedated. I have issues of Salmon Trout Steelhead magazine sent to me.
Is it an addiction for which there is no cure? Is it an undiscovered illness for which the cure is more of it? Or is it an obsession that an appitite cannot be satisfied? I often wonder if it is a medical or psychological disorder.
Comparitively speaking, when questioning the sanity of fishermen, and determining wether their condition is an addiction or illness, it can be relatively justified. Outdoors, friends, water, fish...and on and on. You don't hear golfers talking years later about the one that got away, or how big their last catch is. But, day after day they whack a little ball and then have to chase it. Heck, I have a dog to retreive the ball so I don't have to chase it, how smart is a golfer?
Well, after this deployment I intend on continuing my education in the field of psychology, specializing in fishing addictions. :cheers: