this time of year i love standing still, in the wild. only noise is the breeze and the occasional squawk of a herron or the song of a king fisher. standing still with my worm on the bottom, staring at the line,no blinks, my rod becoming an extention of me, almost going into some state of meditation, still as could be, one with everything around me, talking to the bass on the other end of that line with telekinesis, a tiny twitch here and maybe there hoping to coax her. then finally the eruption out of quiet peace as i set the hook on bertha... this is what i LOVE, about bass fishing