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Man, flyvice, you need to take a few deep breaths, get off the steroids, and cut down on your raw meat. And maybe go lay on a couch in some shrink's office for a session or two...I thought the point of getting out there was to relax.
I'm a weekend warrior who enjoys fishing when I can get out there, which means when I'm not at work, not doing something on the house, not playing with the little guy or the dog. Which means I get out there 15 times a year, give or take, for the last 15 years. I bet I have greeted 99% of the fisherman I come across by saying "any luck"? As others have said, it's the fishing equivalent of "how's it goin?"
It never, ever occurred to me that I'd trigger a paranoid response from the lunatic I had the misfortune to come across.
When I'm fortunate enough to get out there, particularly when I'm having any success whatsoever, my blood pressure is so low you wouldn't be able to measure it. If you're that tightly wound in what should be a relaxing situation, how do you cope with real-life stressful situations?
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