I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I drove over a bridge and decided to stop. I quietly walked up behind his secret fishing spot and captured him doing what he does best on a warm Thanksgiving afternoon. "How long have you come here to fish," I asked. He looked towards the water, "Oh, five or six years." I was curious what his catches were like and he told me, "I usually get little fish, more so then big ones."
There is a certain relaxation to fishing that can not be matched.
"Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after." - Henry David Thoreau