I just bought some pink trick worms so I can have some in that color that'll cast better for me than those Z-Man worms I was somersaulting through the air last time we went with you.
Also: Hi, I'm John, and I'm addicted to buying fishing tackle. It's been...about 10 hours since I last bought some more junk. However, with no small amount of soul-searching, and the love and support of friends and family, I feel like I'm doing a lot better.
When I started fishing again, I told myself I wanted to target bass primarily, and I didn't want to deal with live bait at all. But I didn't really know what I was doing, and I didn't really have any confidence in any artificial lures, and I didn't really have a sense of how I liked to fish.
So I bought gobs of stuff. Just...so many lures and hooks and weights and colors. You get the idea.
Then I went fishing, and didn't catch anything, and so I bought more stuff that was slightly different because surely it's the tool and not the artisan, right?
Here's the problem, @bgaviator, and I bet it's one you and a lot of other people can identify with:
I spent so much time changing lures and buying new stuff in an effort to find something that would get bit and I could be confident throwing that I never really gave myself an opportunity to use any lure long enough to learn how to really fish it and become confident with it.
It didn't help that, until very recently, I spent a lot of time fishing really heavily pressured spots on the bank, and even on a good day there weren't a lot of bites to be had.
Then I got really lucky, and @TnRiver46 messaged me on here one day, and I kinda feel like we've got to be homeboys, for which I'm grateful. But aside from getting to add a hilarious friend, I've learned a lot from just watching the decisions he makes when we fish together. While I'm staring into this cavernous tackle bag wondering what might possibly get bit, he's busy catching fish on one of a handful of lures. And if he's fishing a curlytail worm on a ballhead jig, just throw behind the boat, because nothing close to him is gonna pay any attention to you.
So how do we get to that point with landfill-drifts of fishing junk in our houses?
We have to artificially limit our choices.
Last Sunday, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I went out on our little boat hoping to miss the rain. Unfortunately, because the act of both launching and recovering the boat looks like two monkeys trying to **** a football, we forgot our tackle bag. All we had in the boat with us was what was on the rods that got loaded onto the deck before we left the house.
We were only out for about an hour or so before the 10000% humidity and the complete absence of a breeze drove us back in, but in that time I only fished one lure: A black trickworm on a 1/16oz shakyhead. I only caught two fish, and they weren't anything to write home about in and of themselves, but the experience had value because I feel like I have so much deeper an understanding of how that presentation works now than I did before.
Tackle Warehouse cannot put an order of confidence in a box and ship it to your house. You have to build it.
And the only way to build it is by forcing yourself to pick a horse and ride it.