I love everything about fishing as well as any outdoor activity. I enjoy being in solitude and watching and listening to nature. I don't have to catch much in a day's work but even on a slow day I usually manage to bring a couple fish in. It's those trips you've prepped for, planned for, and maybe even payed for that the you really want to find a little batch of success embedded somewhere in the trip, and for awhile I've managed to edge out a couple lucky fish in the crappiest of conditions. I finally took the hit of getting skunked on my latest walleye trip and to tell you the truth, I feel good, relieved, and proud.
The cold and wet muddiness of it all was smeared into a smile across my face, but I found my skunk and made peace with it.
I don't ever welcome the skunk on my fishing trips but who am I to shove the guy out into the cold?
The taste of defeat isn't as bad as you might think. The real positive is not only what I learn success or not, but I feel affirmed that maybe the success I've found before wasn't just luck after all. You can't land fish everyday, sometimes you have to deal with the skunk, take it pridefully, your doing your turn as some other guy is lucking out of his mind somewhere else. Fishing Karma.