afishinado
Moderator
Staff member
I fish, I hunt, but some out there harvest. I’m not really talking about the keeping of fish or game, I’m talking about the process, or what we call the “sport.”
I checked the PA Fish and Boat site this morning, like I do every day, and found an announcement about an app available for stocking, which updates “in real-time and gives GIS coordinates” and allows the users to “get directions to their favorite stocking site.” There are other features and the app can be used as a resource for info and learning,…a good thing. But I’m not really talking about the app itself; it’s more about this age of instant gratification.
Not long ago, by accident I blundered into an in-season stocking of a local stream. When I arrived, the parking lot was nearly full and there were more than dozen people standing around, but no one was fishing. Not a minute later the white truck arrived with a line of cars and trucks in tow. There was a mad scramble, not to help stocking or carry buckets, but to get on gear and rig up poles. I offered to help carry some buckets of fish downstream, but was actually scolded a bit by the PFBC person that they had no time to carry buckets. All the fish were dumped in the hole, and the crowd descended on the spot. Guys were shoulder to shoulder pretty much, with lures and bait flying everywhere, tangles, fish hooked and clipped to stringers….not a lot of joy in the crowd; in fact the whole thing was rather mechanical. Those fish were “harvested.”
I witnessed the same thing while hunting. The PA Game Commission truck pulled up, opened the Game Lands gate and drove up the road a little ways to stock pheasants. The parking lot filled, guys putting on boots and jackets and grabbing their guns. The “hunters” walked up into the field and pretty much began to open fire while the “game” was in the field like chickens in a barnyard. Again, like above, those birds were “harvested.”
Fishing or hunting should a sport, carried on by sportsmen, practicing sportsmanship. Walking through the woods hunting or fishing should be a joy and is a real privilege. If one catches some fish to keep or release or bags some game, that’s really a bonus. The joy should come from the actual fishing and hunting for the sport of it. The real measure of a day should be the amount of enjoyment received from a day out in the field, and not the weight of the creel or game bag at the end of the day…..IMHO.
I checked the PA Fish and Boat site this morning, like I do every day, and found an announcement about an app available for stocking, which updates “in real-time and gives GIS coordinates” and allows the users to “get directions to their favorite stocking site.” There are other features and the app can be used as a resource for info and learning,…a good thing. But I’m not really talking about the app itself; it’s more about this age of instant gratification.
Not long ago, by accident I blundered into an in-season stocking of a local stream. When I arrived, the parking lot was nearly full and there were more than dozen people standing around, but no one was fishing. Not a minute later the white truck arrived with a line of cars and trucks in tow. There was a mad scramble, not to help stocking or carry buckets, but to get on gear and rig up poles. I offered to help carry some buckets of fish downstream, but was actually scolded a bit by the PFBC person that they had no time to carry buckets. All the fish were dumped in the hole, and the crowd descended on the spot. Guys were shoulder to shoulder pretty much, with lures and bait flying everywhere, tangles, fish hooked and clipped to stringers….not a lot of joy in the crowd; in fact the whole thing was rather mechanical. Those fish were “harvested.”
I witnessed the same thing while hunting. The PA Game Commission truck pulled up, opened the Game Lands gate and drove up the road a little ways to stock pheasants. The parking lot filled, guys putting on boots and jackets and grabbing their guns. The “hunters” walked up into the field and pretty much began to open fire while the “game” was in the field like chickens in a barnyard. Again, like above, those birds were “harvested.”
Fishing or hunting should a sport, carried on by sportsmen, practicing sportsmanship. Walking through the woods hunting or fishing should be a joy and is a real privilege. If one catches some fish to keep or release or bags some game, that’s really a bonus. The joy should come from the actual fishing and hunting for the sport of it. The real measure of a day should be the amount of enjoyment received from a day out in the field, and not the weight of the creel or game bag at the end of the day…..IMHO.