the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.
Yes I have an addiction, Slaying Carp! Sigh.. Okay I feel better, but not really. I am addicted to Bowfishing Carp, I am a slave to the pursuit of Carp via a fiberglass arrow and a string. I have the privilege of shooting at three killer spots on my way home from work and I am lucky enough to have a wife that likes her husband relaxed when he gets home. So pair my addiction with killer spots full of fish insert add a dash of an understanding wife and you have a recipe for blood on the river banks.
Since I started shooting at the "Almighty Canals" I have tagged close to 35 fish over the past two months with my largest fish coming in at around 35 inches. I know that may not seem like very many fish but, seeing how I only spend a few minutes there at a time its not to bad. If I am not fishing it, I am checking it for water clarity. It is not all rainbows and butterflies all the time though, I do receive severe trauma (a symptom of addiction) from the Stinging Nettles that line the banks. The crazy thing is that I am now becoming immune to their nasty bite, I got hit a few days ago and really didn't feel anything. Just a few brushes of the hand wiped the pain away.
Disturbing The Peace
Please understand that I live in a spot that is as "country" as you are going to get for the Greater LA area. It is mainly strawberry fields and orange groves where I live and hunt, but that does not preclude the occasional tree-hugger from calling the police on me. Last time it was, "We have received a few calls that a threatening man was walking around with a bow and arrow by the road." After a few laughs with the Officer and the obligatory exchange of licenses and IDs, I began to explain what I was doing and how it was legal to be shooting fish on the river. I even gave him the local DFG warden's number if he wanted to verify what I was saying. He just smiled and said have a nice day. So back to slaying I went.
The Kill Shots
So there it is, Bowfishing in So. Cal, not the most mainstream sport out there, but it is the best I can do to hunt daily around here. Here are a few pic of my conquests.
Oh Ya, run went well yesterday. Pushed my Camo princess around a cucumber field for 30 minutes, followed by an ab workout and 100 arrows. Good news is I dropped under 240! That's right folks drop'n it like its hot.
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