So as I put in my time last night, in splendid solitude, stumbling around in the rocks, undisturbed by anything with fins, except for an occasional desultory tap, I got to thinking how much these empty nights add to the fishing experience. How over the years the hunt has become as important as the result and without the perspective of failure, the reward of success is diminished. How the greater the uncertainty, the better the hunt. How even a fishless night feels like it has taught me something that will pay dividends in the future. You feel the same, or did I just absorb too much DEET?
Just the results of too many dismal nights trying to be justified and being a martyr when you could easily get in a 39 year old skiff with as you call it "a pituitary freak" and catch fish until it gets stupid.
I would honestly love to get a good night of skunking in.
I have been so busy with work, weddings, crappy tides, storms, mountain biking, wakes, celtics games.... etc. I have hardly fished this year. Any night on the water is generally a pleasurable experince for me.
Hybrid Mode
