The first good-sized fish does it––it's that underlying buzz you feel beneath your feet or under your fingertips when life is really good.
It's like too much coffee and too much chocolate fudge.
You can over do it though. When the striped bass are causing the entire bay to explode in whitewater, shredded bait, and topwater explosions back-to-back, it adds a little glint to the eye of every mad fisherman.
You can tell by the way they talk.
"Just a few more hours and we can go." "I'll be home by lunch." "They gave me this time off, I swear I still work there." "No, I didn't buy another boat."
Poor, tortured souls.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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