There are times that i dont really understand why i fish. Usually they revolve around times that i cant get to the water, or times when i spend a large amount of time on the water to no avail.
Then there are times all i can think about is fishing, the next river to explore, and the next fish to catch.
Ive thought it seems like i live a double life at times. Summers spent 100% devoted to the pursuit of fish. And the rest of the year i take care of the things that the real world considers to be responsibilities and priorities.
But then theres that moment that makes it all worth it. It can be as simple as a phone call from a buddy during a long work day, that then turns into loading all my gear in my shabby little car and dropping everything to go.
Im hoping for that call to come.