I started playing World of Warcraft in “Vanilla”, a few months after the release. I played another MMO before that. My guild mates were slowing disappearing from Guild Wars and heading into WoW land only to never return (it seemed). They would pop into our TeamSpeak once in a while to talk about this or that quest, these epic monster battles, the non-instanced word, these weird food buffs that also made your character drunk and this totally foreign concept of in-game professions. I was completely intrigued, but of course immediately poo-pooed the entire thing as a silly fad that would never stick around – much like color television and FM radio.
Coming from an old school, table-top roleplaying game background – I felt the pull of WoW and all of these neat “extras” that seemed to make the game experience just a little more in-depth and meaningful. I eventually hopped into WoW when the last of my Guild Wars buddies made the switch.
This was my second MMO – my other previous online gaming experiences were limited to first-person shooters. I had a difficult time making a smooth transition and found everything to be completely intimidating. My friends leveled up quickly or had already reached level cap and were riding horses and participating in mysterious things labeled as BWL and MC. I was embarrassed to ask what that even meant. I spent my time wandering alone in a zone until I came across a quest giver or something killed me. WoW was not as pretty as Guild Wars, but there were some hidden corners that intrigued me and spots where I was certain no one else had ever been in before. I had very little interest in leveling quickly. I was told that dungeons were the really hard areas that were like small raids and that I wasn’t ready for them yet. It scared me. I continued walking around the cities and outlying areas, exploring.
One day I stumbled onto a fishing trainer. I had a few silver from some quest turn-ins but I had spent most of my gold on Dwarven Stout earlier in the day. I trained in fishing, but I couldn’t afford a fishing pole. I completed three quests (only intending to do one but they were back to back) and managed to make 78 silver in that process. I bought a fishing pole. It changed my WoW-life.
I was pulling up fish with cute names and discovering that I could eat them to heal up. I mentioned how cool this was to a guildmate and they asked me how the sushi was and maybe I should cook them for better benefits. I CAN COOK THE FISH? This just got better! I soon discovered that my delicious seafood meals were not the only treasures of the rivers and seas. One day, I fished up a box. I stared at this mystery item in my bag and . HOLY CRAP there is linen cloth and 50 silver in this thing! I can get rich from fishing! Why isn’t everyone doing this?
Fishing became an all new adventure for me. I was on a PvP server and often found myself all alone in the scary world of contested territory. It didn’t matter that I was quickly developing an allergy to PvP, I had to fish. A guildmate asked me one day what I was doing all alone for hours at a time at Lake Everstill in the Redridge mounts and why I was still level 15 for almost a week? I explained in surreptitious whispers that I had found a gold making scheme beyond my wildest dreams in fishing random boxes up out of the lakes and rivers. “Oh, you found the pools of floating wreckage”, he said. The what!? “There are these swirly pools that let you catch four or five boxes of treasures before they disappear…. wait, have you just been randomly fishing and hoping you catch a box?”, he exclaimed. I was dismayed. There were fishing secrets that I had yet to discover. He taunted me. I needed to get to South Shore to fish at the docks, but South Shore was a level 20-30 range area and with its proximity to Tarren Mill, it was often a veritable war zone. That settled it, I had to level. I got to go to this mysterious adventure called VC. It wasn’t until months later that I learned the instance was actually called Deadmines. I quested like mad and kept an eye out for recipes that let me cook fish. I’d sometimes see one for a fish I’d never heard of and would wonder where I could find these things. I dinged level 20 and headed for South Shore with stars in my eyes. It’s a long walk. I died a lot from the opposing faction camping the road. I had a massive battle with a large bear killed me at the city limits. I was almost to the promised land. And then it happened. I saw the magical fishing pools of treasure. I fished and fished and squealed in delight at the [Tin Axe of Suck] [Cloth Belt of Agility] and bolts of silk and mageweave. This was unbelievable. Look at all those people standing around or walking past me to kill murlocs and naga. They are fools and I was going to be the wealthiest little Warlock on the realm, maybe in the entire game.
I was hooked, so to speak. I kept begging my friend to tell me where more of these mysterious fishing treasures could be found. Unfortunately it seemed that I needed to get to the promised land of Feralas, but I needed to be level 40. More quests and more instances and I knew that I needed a horse because this walking thing was horrible. It was going to be expensive to get a horse. I needed to fish more.
One day my friend came right out and said it, “you’re only leveling to get to interesting places to fish!”. I hung my head in shame. It was true. I was caught. He fed me tidbits of information on better fishing poles and new cooking recipes that used fish. Those Stonescale Eel? I could make a killing selling them to alchemists. He became my enabler.
Fast forward to the summer of 2008. I re-rolled a toon on my current realm, Llane – Horde – US – PvE in order to hang out with some friends. Unfortunately, this seemed to be a time where not many people were on, including my friends. It was the end of The Burning Crusade and Wrath of the Lich King was coming out in November. I had raided and leveled on another realm, relegating my fishing to just a hobby status. As I found myself on a new realm with nothing, literally starting over and turning a new leaf, I began work on bringing up a hunter to level 70 so I could jump right into WotLK content. I found that my hunter pet needed to eat… fish. Old habits died hard and I found myself exploring the horde-side fishing spots. The realm population was close to full by the end of the summer and I was only level 30. I decided I was content and didn’t mind being guild-less. Orgrimmar was hopping, trade chat was entertaining, and I was ready. Everyone was speculating on the new Death Knights and talking about the new raids. I was looking forward to the fishing achievements.
The expansion released and fished like a mad-woman – cheering at every achievement obtained, every milestone earned. I had no one to share this with. I assessed my tidy sum of gold and decided to take the plunge.
I’m going to start a guild so I could have someone to talk to while I fished. November 20, 2008 – The Wolfpack was born.
Fast forward to now. We are in the top 10 of horde-side raiding guilds on our realm – top 20 of all guilds realm wide. There are nearly 500 toons in our guild of almost 200 accounts. We have regular events that are non-endgame raiding. People genuinely like each other and look forward to logging in to play a video game. I call it a huge success and not bad for a wacky start. To this day I’m still fond of fishing and sometimes find myself at a swirling pool, teeming with fish, reeling them in when I need to think or just want chat with the guild.
May your hooks be sharp and your bait plentiful. Happy Fishing.
~Kat
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