Many years ago my dad and I were fishing a tournament on Table Rock. Things weren’t going well for us. So I went to the rod box and grabbed an ultralight with a white rooster tail on it. My dad was like what the hell are you doing? Well I was frustrated and needed to catch something, anything. If I could just catch one fish I knew my attitude would change. A gill, a minnow, a baby bass, whatever. First fish was a 16 inch largemouth. Second was over 18 inches.
It didn’t rescue our day. We did not cash a check. But I did catch fish.