There's a great horror novel called The Fisherman by John Langan that heavily involves fishing and the catharthic solitude it can bring, even (or especially) in

There's a great horror novel called The Fisherman by John Langan that heavily involves fishing and the catharthic solitude it can bring, even (or especially) in times of tragedy or stress. I highly recommend it, but besides that, this piece reinforces to me that the author of The Fisherman was conveying some wider and real truth in that. Coupled with beautiful scenery and good weather, fishing can become transcendental somehow.