Do we all know that din? That partially conscious, hollow feeling when one has been trudging and casting and trudging and casting for hours with nothing more than a 3 lb bluefish to show for it ? It's friggin 2:00 am and you have to work at 7:00 am ? That one ?
5 hrs and you've have 30 minutes to your bed ?
and you are absolutely bollocks ? And that doesn't factor in the rinse & wash up
and, with about a dozen or so casts left in your worthless body,
boink
there's a 25+ lber on the end of your line right now and you could give a flying burrito about work tomorrow
It can be so brutal and so beautiful......
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