The only thing I can relate it to is golf: You can experience a really lousy day -- bad swing, atrocious putting stroke, awful weather -- but have that one or two good shots and you're all enthused about your next chance to play 18.
Then again, I don't find myself thinking about golf constantly, or feel like if I'm devoting time elsewhere -- be it lounging around or fixing a leaky pipe -- that I'm squandering an opportunity to be on the river. My wife says I'm possessed (she's started calling me Hemmingway), and my friends, even those that are steelheaders, agree. I can live with the jokes, but I'm not sure I could withstand more than a couple days at a time away from the water.
So take heart, Addict. And while it may not be true, everything seems great with the world so long as you're fishing.
I hear the Super Bowl's this Sunday. Anyone know who's playing?