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But what if that next fish is the big one? What if this whole time you’ve been fishing in the wrong spot and if you go down the shore a little bit rather than heading home, you snag that big one? What if you change your lure and go smaller? Will that entice the “just one more fish” to bite?

You may never know unless you go by the rule of “just one more fish”. Maybe you should switch from your spinning rod to a fly rod. Maybe a clouser minnow on a fly rod will get that big small mouth to bite. You know he’s down there. You anticipate him biting everytime you reel in your line but he doesn’t bite. You don’t get frustrated, you just get more curious as to what that fish is thinking. Sure, your supper is getting cold and your wife is getting perturbed but there’s a big fish down there and you’ve got to catch him. Fret not, as fishermen we’re all in the same boat and we understand our love which others may call a disease or addiction. It’s the joy of fishing. It’s the excitement of the hunt for the big one and it’s just one more fish.

This past Saturday was an excellent day of fishing in Indiana where I live. Within an hour, I caught about two dozen bluegill, a nice white bass and about a 3-pound largemouth bass on Morse Reservoir in Noblesville, IN. The only problem, I only had an hour to fish. A front was moving through, it was nice and cloudy, it was perfect conditions for fishing. And apparently perfect conditions for a neighborhood yard sale of which I tended over for most of the day. In the end, the fishing was much more productive in the hour I had compared to the 6 hours spent at the yard sale.

It’s times like these when I wish I had a time machine or at the very least a time freezer. Sunday may have been a good day, the front had moved through and there was light rain but I was on the road visiting family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and I love visiting them and I don’t want to start any family wars. But if I had a time freezer, I could freeze time, visit the family, come back and unfreeze time to see if Sunday was a good day of fishing. If not, there’s always football.

Perhaps I should schedule my life around the weather and pressure fronts. If it’s cloudy, a front is moving through, or it’s lightly raining; then that is fishing time. When it’s sunny and clear skies with high pressure, that’s family road trip time. Or perhaps I could always clone myself. While one of me does everything but fishing, the other does only fishing. The only problem with that I could see is that I get jealous of the fishing me. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow or right now. Happy fishing and tight lines.