Different fishing tactics illicit different reactions. Crappie fishing down south; for example, it's very relaxed. Nice and easy. Sit on an anchor in the sun, enjoy a soft breeze on your face with a nice, cold beer. Bring a few friends and have a nice conversation about the good life. Steelhead fishing, that's different. That's more about steely resolve, a cold, empty look in the eye, and a heavy-handed dose of masochism. For me, it's all about fly fishing from a kayak, on the flats, after striped bass. That's what get's my hands shaking. I can't wait for them to return and for the world to return back to normal. For now, I'll stay at home and drink to that.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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