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Slumps are part of fishing, man. Years back when I got serious about wetsuiting I had about 2 solid weeks of crummy fishing, and I'm talking 5 nights a week driving a half hour, walking a half hour to the spot and getting devoured by mosquitos there and back. I was feeling deflated, but then one night a 43-pounder tapped my eel about 15 feet in front of my rock and took off like a freak. It was the most exhilarating fishing hallmark of my life to that point. Needless to say I was reinvigorated, and whenever I'm in a perceived "slump" I realize that any day could be the day.
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