Hearing "Fishing is my therapy" bothers me more than it should

It's not a replacement for penicillin, or a good therapist, but for the next few weeks we'll be sharing all the proof you need that fly fishing is good for your physical and mental health.

"Fly Fishing Is my Therapy" bumper sticker with wet fly illustrations and mountain silhouette on the tailgate of a white pickup truck.

Flow Staters:

When I'm fishing, I'm closer to my best self. An open-hearted optimist. But here, trapped behind my desk, I can be cynical. I cringe and scoff inside when I see stickers or memes with captions like "fishing is my therapy". It's silly to try and unpack a bumper sticker, or close-read a novelty T-shirt. But I occasionally try to engage and explore my cynicism. Why do I feel so jaded about these?

Part of me is incredulous. Fishing healed you? That's all?

First off, yes, fishing is great. It can do a lot. It is not penicillin, a financial windfall, a fast and painless tattoo removal method, or a fresh pair of trousers. (These are not ways that I'm personally needing healing. I'm not back from shore leave.) Second, there's a finality to the statement. Like, "All done! Healed! Turns out the whole postmodern human condition thing was wiped clean by learning to cast a fly rod properly!" Third, the idea that someone has internalized "fishing is my therapy" enough to proclaim it suggests they've somehow decided they don't need actual talk-to-a-therapist therapy. Which makes me sad. Allow me to cast myself in the angry male role in a domestic disagreement:

Jane: Dick, I wonder, have you ever thought of talking to someone? You know, like therapy?
Dick: (slamming fly box lid shut with a thunk like a truck tailgate) Dammit Jane, I thought we talked about this! Fishing is my therapy!

There's also something about the "x is my y" metaphorical construction that just drains both ends of meaning. Take another walk with me down to Digressionville:

Comic art is my therapy.
Jesus is my therapy.
The garage is my therapy.
Hanging out in my cool neighbor Dan's garage is my therapy.
Making art—specifically oil paintings featuring a Marvel-movie-ripped version of Jesus, but with Cool Dan's face instead, giving me caring advice in his man cave—is my therapy.

Art therapy works. Religion can make you feel less lonely, and part of something bigger than yourself. And, well, Dan is great. But none of these things are therapy. The "is of essence," a massive flaw in the English language, forces us down this confusing path, and brings out my inner Southern grandmother, placing a hand on the shoulder of the bumper sticker bearer / T-shirt wearer with a soft "Well, bless your heart. Let's go down to therapy now, and be frustrated for a few hours when we don't catch fish, but ultimately grateful."

Fly fishing can be therapeutic and healing

Render unto fly fishing the things that are fly fishing's, and unto therapy the things that are therapy's.

I think original bible (O.B.) Jesus said something like that? Marvel-movie-ripped Jesus (with Dan's face) might have gently something more like: "Chill bro. Both are cool." Back in the garage, Jesus Dan and I would talk about what we've learned about ourselves from years of identifying and talking about our feelings with professionals.

Dan's right. Both are cool. I'm sad that I let linguistics and pedantry get in the way of a good thing. He is still bummed about the whole situation, you know, up there, and all the confusion that has caused. I tried to offer compassion, without proposing a solution. What, you were supposed to just hang out there? For what? To make your dad happy? No way dude, that couldn't be me.

And then Dan would have opened the unique beverage fridge in his garage, and passed me another Busch NA. (Which, despite what we have gained through the the recent explosion in the breadth of nonalcoholic beer SKUs, still takes the cake for me. And by cake I mean "prize for most acceptable while inferior bread-water taste". Add in sheer hot-day poundability, and The Nice Price—under a buck a can, jeez—and you get a winner. Skip those Athletic and Best Day fancy-schmancy BrewCroixes and dance with the girl you brung.)

A more charitable translation

Back to "fishing is my therapy" or "fishing healed me". What I think these bumper-sticker-sized thoughts would say, if you sat them down for an honest conversation in the garage, with Marvel-ripped Jesus neighbor Dan and some chuggables ("No booze for me thanks, I'm six years sober, try one of these") is more along the lines of something like this:

Exploring a new hobby, building a habit outdoors, and sharing it with others has made me feel different, healthier feelings than I'm used to feeling, and that has helped me claw back a little what it feels like to live my life on my terms. Fishing has become more than a hobby to me. It makes me feel more like the person I want to be. And it keeps me off my goddamn phone, which is just a pit of misery any way you slice it.

Which I believe. 100% truthful, when you bring in a little nuance. Fishing is where I learned to be alone with myself, in the world, where nothing inherently bad would happen.

And we have plenty of evidence to support it, for when your internal weather gets stormy and you need to take a day. I've done enough volunteering with Project Healing Waters to have personally seen how fishing can be a healing, therapeutic behavior. And this isn't macho MAHA posturing, with RealTree-print ear candling and rugged crystals disguised as medical treatment. "Brother, place these rare ores over your warrior heart and feel you power flow." Building a research-based case can't be encapsulated in a pithy slogan, so we'll have to dive deep.

Degens also welcome

I'm also not going to pretend there isn't a shadow side to this. A gentler way of thinking about fishing's healing properties might not be true for everyone. The opposite side of healthy habits, and good feelings, is obsession, neglect, and self-sabotage. Where fishing becomes a place to hide from feelings, and the people and things that cause them. Where buying another rod, or piece of gear, takes the place of leaving your comfort zone and going out into the world. Fishing can become a place to burrow down in silence and ruminate over something else for a change, rather than confront a bad life situation, or relationships going sour. It becomes a way to trade an unhealthy addiction for a less-harmful, still somewhat antisocial addiction.

In a less articulate sense, for the folks that don't care to be curious about what's going on with them, or just enjoy the degenerate angler side, "fishing is my therapy" might be fully ironic, nihilistic, and interpreted like this:

Cream T-shirt with engraved-style carp illustration above absurdist text reading "Born to Swim, Ocean is a F*ck, Kill Em All 1989, I am fish man, 410,757,864,530 Dead Carps."

If fishing can be medicine, what's your prescription?

Despite my cynicism, these bumper-sticker-sized ideas can be made more true. Fishing can be therapeutic. Fishing can heal. Building your fly fishing practice can be a healing act. It can help you organize your life around positive goals, and healthy relationships. So here's what we're going to do about it:

For the next couple weeks we're going to be focusing on the theory and practice of how fly fishing positively impacts health.

  • Later this week: What the research actually says about fly fishing and mental health
  • After that: A conversation with a practitioner at the cutting edge of fly fishing therapy
  • Finally: How fly tying can unlock flow states and positive growth without even needing to be near the river

So stay tuned for a springtime run focused on creating a positive benefit by building a healthy fly fishing habit. And then, guess what? We go out in the world and do it.

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Does "fishing is my therapy" bother you too, or am I just being pedantic? Let me know in the comments.

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