It amazes me sometimes that fishing is actually relaxing. Here I am, running down a lake, thinking about where the fish ought to be, casting as accurately as I possibly can, presenting a lure fifty different ways in twenty minutes, and thinking about the next lure selection if this doesn't work when I'm not thinking about what I should be feeling, where the next cast should go, how I need to work the lure, if I'm fishing the right zone, am I in the right spot, etc, etc. Then I stop and admire the beauty of the place for a second, and remember why I'm really there. Sure the adrenaline when the fish loads on is great, the feeling of accomplishment when I establish a pattern is unmatchable, but just being in touch with creation is all the reward I really need. That and one good THUMP. ;D