The invisible line: How fishing got me hooked to my faith

The invisible line: How fishing got me hooked to my faith

Sunrise over Anna Bay. Photo: Ben Lee. From the moment I could hold a fishing rod, I was hooked. The early morning fog, rich palettes of red dusky skies, the quiet and peaceful state of mind combining with the blind excitement of my yet-to-catch “dream fish,” saw my two passions converge—faith and fishing. For me, it is not about the fish to catch or eat, but rather the whole journey—rigging and preparing the gears the night before, finding and …