tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005965666877496170.post2417626315358071655..comments2008-07-22T10:17:33.774-05:00El Pescadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08493288515588564941noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005965666877496170.post-49381887992207167262008-07-22T10:17:00.000-05:002008-07-22T10:17:00.000-05:00Thanks for the ruminations JT. My thoughts about fishing and other such pursuits is that repetition is critical and subtle observation and adjustment is constant. Therefore doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is warranted. Fishing still could be someone's definition of insanity but as long as you feel compelled to go then why stop?El Pescadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08493288515588564941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005965666877496170.post-8945020813668811412008-07-21T00:16:00.000-05:002008-07-21T00:16:00.000-05:00I couldn't help but comment on the fishers vs catchers line of thought. i think all of us wandering between both stages at one time or another , but i was ruminating the other day as i was "fishing" that the classic definition of insanity ( doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different outcome) becomes interestingly warped when applied to fishing. Fishing , where fishing the same place, with the same fly, with the same rod , with your cast. with the same drifts can on any given day or cast leave you, feeling slightly insane for being up to your crotch in freezing water while most are still sleeping , or with a strangely euphoric sane feeling for having caught and been self released from you asylum for bringing in whatever beauty you have been after. all this from a guy still fishing in my first season of spey casting for summer steelhead. the funny thing i am finding about fishing and maybe the beauty of it is that either way i am still ultimately compelled to go, and go , and, go...... crazy isn't it ?jtalchemisthttp://openid.aol.com/jtalchemistnoreply@blogger.com