I am drawn to the water, there is no other way to put it. I just need to know what is in it, I can not help myself. Since moving to California it has been tough, the nearest body of water is the Kings river which it about 9 miles away, it is muddy and slow moving. According to a neighbor of mine 6 pound largemouth bass were plentiful up until about 15 years ago when Fish and Game used a fish killing chemical in an attempt to stop white bass from spreading and the river has not been the same since.
Yesterday I had to leave my dogs at a kennel because I was homeward bound back to Illinois for the Holidays. It was an hour fifteen minute flight into Phoenix with a five minute layover (Yes, 5 minutes to get from one side of the airport to the other) followed by a four hour trip into O'Hare. Got in at midnight, My dad picked me and the wife up, we got settled in and in bed by 2.
I awoke at 8 AM and looked out at the DuPage river flowing fast and slightly higher then it was in the fall through the bed room window. I only had one rod I left behind by accident but that is all I need. I could have raided my father's tackle box for a jig, but it is not about the catching sometimes. Had a Rebel Pop-R tied up, I don't think this is the lure for the conditions but that won't stop me.
Just the thought of a smallmouth bass taking that popper was enough for me. After a few casts I realized I was out in 40 degree, damp weather wearing a tee shirt, shorts and boots casting topwater.
It was not about the catching, it was more like chasing the dragon. I am more hooked on fishing than I have ever been.