Sometimes when you go fishing, you know it isn’t going to be a good day. It’s too windy. Or too cool. Or the water’s too choppy.
Or maybe you just feel lethargic…and you suspect the fish probably do too.
But if you put in enough time, if you keep coming back, sooner or later, you’re going to get one of those “perfect days”.
Where the water is like a mill pond.
Where there’s just enough mugginess in the air to keep things interesting.
And when you approach the shoreline, you feel excited, because you KNOW there’s gotta be fish there.
And even the signs in the sky seem to be favorable.
And when you find that right spot and BAM…! BAM…! BAM…! BAM…! You can do no wrong.
And you’ve had one of these “perfect” fishing days.
And they’re rare.
You might only get 1 or 2 day s like this the entire year. If you’re lucky.
And you might come back to the same spot 3 days later, and it will be a whole different ball game.
They may not even be biting at all.
Or they might be biting even BETTER than before. .
You just never know.
I guess that’s why they call it “fishing” instead of “catching”.
Either way, I’m addicted.