I must admit, I have read this post a few times and thought about replying and just hadn't done so. Well, here goes nothing and I hope someone can relate. I refuse to fish in tournaments because I enjoy trying to decipher the conditions and enjoy the pursuit. Some of the darkest times in my life where I didn't know how to cope with whatever was going on, I went fishing, I spent time resetting and changing the pace in which I moved forward. I do the same thing with my son, when he has a hard week or I have to explain something that isn't good or deliver bad news it's always when we are fishing. This is therapy to me and has been my happy place all of my life. I grew up living between the stickmarsh and garcias, two of the best places to fish in my area. To sum this up, fishing has been a gift to me, just like it was to my dad and his before him. I am probably not able to see it in any other way.