Nor can there be much pleasure in the fishing Mrs. David C. Lake of Fort Lauderdale is doing this year. Her goal is not even so grand as the Crowninshield Trophy, the IWFA's No. 1 prize. It is to win the organization's sailfish release trophy, one of six that Mrs. Church won in 1964-65. But for Mrs. Lake it is evidently important enough to justify being away from her four small children for weeks at a time, turning her back on friends, her home and any semblance of what is considered a normal life in order to fish daily, often under miserable conditions, from dawn to dusk. The investment of at least $20,000 in boat, captain, mate, bait and motel bills seems almost incidental.
In this modern age of angling one cannot really take too seriously the captain-snatching, island-swinging, squaring-off of the sexes on the high seas, even though one can feel a certain sympathy for the egos that find bolstering through the sport of angling. But when a handful of women—in spite of their extraordinary accomplishments—can transform the once-peaceful pursuit Izaak Walton knew and loved into such a frantic production, one cannot avoid wondering if angling has not indeed strayed too far from its primary purpose.
Men, we still need you!