Actually, I already know the answer in part because I was forced to watch it last night when my husband insisted upon it. He loves fishing, not that he ever catches anything but nonetheless, he loves it. And as he rarely gets bleeper control, I felt it was probably about time I made an exception and let him… besides, I’d had a few glasses of wine so I didn’t really care, but truly, what is it that anyone finds interesting about watching someone else fish??
I can barely comprehend why anyone likes fishing when they’re actually doing it themselves, but to watch someone else?? I don’t get it. I hate to be sexist – and I’m sure there are millions of lady anglers out there – but maybe it’s partly a ‘chick thing’. The same ‘chick thing’ that means I can’t stand football, but there again, my daughter loves it. Ditto Grand Prix and cricket… she watches them all, and snooker too…
So there goes my ‘chick thing’ argument. Ergo I have to concede then that it’s nothing to do with gender and fishing and most other sports just bore me so much it makes me lose the will to live when I have to watch it.
Not that I object to watching Robson Green per se; I’ve always had a bit of a ‘thing’ for him which makes me feel ancient because so did my mum when she was alive.
But anyway, back to last night’s hour long second of eight parts of Extreme Fishing with said secret-sex-symbol Robson and the thing I most enjoyed was the Alaskan scenery; it was truly stunning.
He was there to achieve what was apparently a lifelong ambition to “catch a giant king salmon” and along the way to achieving this, he attended a Thanksgiving party and learned how to spear a fish ‘Alaskan style’… not sure how the country where one does the spearing affects the style of spearing. but what do I know? I buy frozen cod – that’s the extent of my knowledge of fish, period.
From what I could gather though, the majority of fish catching occurred courtesy of high tech stuff like electric reels – which, by the by, my husband reckons is ‘cheating’ – but I again enjoyed the scenery while he railed on about cheating and how to “really” fish and when Robson went ice fishing at the top of Sleeping Lady Mountain – a fabulously romantic name – I was just in awe, and not just at the scenery but also at the weaponry he was toting to catch the fish once he’d dug a hole in the ice!
In the wrong hands, the thing would’ve been lethal! It was a pole with nine very sharp looking spikes on it and he managed to stab to death seven fish before heading off in a little plane to cook the gruesome looking things.
And bless him, he and his buddies certainly seemed to be having a good time… the entire show was punctuated with high-fives, footballer-esque manly group hugs and phrases such as “You d’man” and “Gerrin!”
But still… scenery aside, where’s the fun in watching someone fish? If you can pinpoint the joy, please do inform me because for me, I’d rather watch wood warp, though granted, the scenery would be less spectacular!