I fished a little from time to time with my father; trips where the lunch and company were better than the catch.
Out by the lake I found the peace I had been missing. I didn’t really understand that at the time. But as I grow older, and wiser, I realize the positivity that being outdoors instills in me.
I caught my first sea trout in March of 2016 at 26 years old, and it changed my life. It gave me hope, faith, and a hunger for more. I made a checklist of species to catch.
Before the end of 2016 I had checked a lot of them off the list.
The only poisonous fish in Denmark, Trachinus draco (greater weever); beautiful carp; strong mackerel; and the dancing garfish. I caught the small, and in every way so perfect, brown trout. My biggest pike to date.
And, as if that wasn’t enough to satisfy my appetite, I caught the fish of my dreams—the biggest and most perfect sea-run brown trout I have ever seen.
This was the one that most people fish for their whole lives.
I must be blessed!
I am blessed. I am fortunate to have an amazing partner who has guided me, taught me, and led me on this journey. He tells me I have a talent—a nose for fishing. I like that thought. Whether he’s right, I do not know.
I wasn’t born with a rod in my hand.
I haven’t fished my whole life. I’m thankful for where I am, what I’ve learned so far, and where this passion is taking me.