I’m usually pretty tolerant; I let a good many things brush past me without a second thought. However, with water temps a bit warm lately, I’ve been hunkered under my Cut Bank with time to think. And something is gnawing at me like a sea louse.
They’re required–sign above says so. The problem is that anyone can get one, with a few exceptions. Obviously if you’ve committed a game law infraction your license may have been revoked, or if you’re a convicted felon you probably can’t get a license. But by and large any state or province will sell you a license to fish.
Not everyone should be licensed to fish. In fact, most of you anglermen would do well to avoid fishing altogether. You come armed with the latest gear and flog the waters unskillfully because, why? Because you can.
Your fishing license entitles you to fish. You lack skill, but you are entitled.
Like a participant’s trophy, a fishing license is made available to everyone, and given out to those who really don’t deserve it; to those without skill. I’m willing to bet that when you purchased your license, the clerk at the local sporting goods store smiled at you and said, “Aw, good for you!”
I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.
By the way, if you’re interested, I was recently chased down and harassed by the paparazzi, HERE.