It's a rush like nothing else. Like doing nothing and something at the same time. When everything works on the water, when your casts land in the right spot––just below that branch, one-skipping underneath a dock, into the bed of a largemouth bass waiting to strike––and the fish actually hits... It's all about that grab, the pull, the poke, the hit. Sometimes you paddle into a new spot and you can almost smell the fish. Then you know it's going to be a good day.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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