It was this Friday that I came to the sad reality of my lackluster fishing exploits thus far. From my first tournament of the year at Lake Harding Georgia to last week on a small stretch of water we like to call Cow’s Creek. I’ve either totally struck out or caught “bait”. “I often use the term bait when referring to fish caught that if I was still in Florida would be thrown on as a bait fish.” Was it my lack of “Time on the water”, my lure choices, poor presentation, the crazy weather this year, bad luck, or maybe the gods?
Just as quickly, the thoughts of pity over my lackluster fishing exploits were replaced... Replaced with the feelings of excitement I felt after watching the so called “bait” hit my topwater plug. Replaced with the feelings of anticipation I had prior to the shot gun start at Lake Harding. Replaced with the feelings of joy I felt while on the water.
It was this moment that I remembered why I fished. I fish for all those feelings of excitement and anticipation, I fish for “The Wonder If’s”.