It’s a question I get asked a lot, I’m sure you do too. And I struggle to answer it. I, like a lot of anglers, was introduced to the sport by my Dad - but that’s not the reason I still drag myself out of bed at stupid o’clock to sit on a riverbank in all weathers.
Do you eat them? Is the question I’m asked by non-anglers - No, I take a photo and put them back - it makes no sense to those who ask. There is the rig/bait development, the excitement when the float dips and the rush of adrenaline when you spot that monster fish...
I’ve just read Fishing’s Strangest Tails by Tom Quinn and one paragraph really stood out, recounting a story from 1905, he described the balance between success and failure, and how that balance makes fishing so addictive.
I still don’t fully understand why fishing appeals to me, and perhaps I never will. But next blank or the next time I loose a big fish I’m going to remember this balance, it seems we need it. As for explaining the attraction of fishing I think it’s just another piece of the puzzle.