Makes me want to go fishing! As always LJ, a fine bit of writing that opens the mind, don't ever stop.
Funny thing, fishing. When I go, catching fish is the last thing on my mind. To quote someone else, "The journey is the destination." or, "Often times the hunt is more satisfying than the kill."
I bait-fish with my rods propped up on a rock or an old stick. Over the course of my fishing career, I've now lost four rods and reels due to fish dragging them off in the water because I was either engrossed in something else going on around me or dozed off. One day I went to sleep and woke up with a large raccoon three feet away from me chowing down on my dough bait.
The lost rod total would be five, but one day after losing a rod in this fashion, I shortly thereafter got a bite on another rod. (I usually fish with at least two rods.) After getting a good hookset, I started winching in what turned out to be a large carp.
As it neared the bank, I noticed something didn't feel right and my line started going sideways. I then saw another piece of line over mine and thought I'd gotten entangled in some trash line some previous fisherman had abandoned.
It turned out to be the line from the first rod I lost. I got the fish (a carp) up to the bank and got it in the net and and grabbed the other line. I started pulling on it and, lo and behold, what comes out of the water? The rod and reel I just lost. Picked up the rod and reeled it in and there was another carp still on the end of the line.
So, same here. It's nice to catch 'em if you go, but if I go home empty-handed, it's still a good day to be out on the riverbank: usually always plenty to see and it's peaceful. For me, early morning when the sun is coming up is the best time and I'll often arrive when it's still dark enough I have to use a flashlight to negotiate my way down to the riverbank.
An all-nighter is always cool, too.