Some days are better left forgotten. Days when it seems like nothing can go right. Bad events pile up on one another leaving you wondering, what else could go wrong?

Invariably there is always something else that can and often will go wrong leaving you confused, what did I do to deserve this anguish? Everyone’s has had these types of days. And when faced with these circumstances you’re better off removing yourself from the experience and shrugging it off or laughing rather than taking extreme or impulsive measures to help remedy the situation.

But days like these are necessary.

Necessary? I’m sure you wondering why someone could be so cruel in believing that agony is necessary but allow me to explain. If nothing ever went wrong and everything always went the way it should then life would be mundane. There would be no means for comparison when times are gratifying. Boredom would be commonplace because what was once considered good would now be ordinary.

Excuse my digression, and by now you are probably curious, how does this all relate to fishing?

There are other times when plans just fall in place. The magical occasions that are impossible to explain.  Recollections of these experiences are not easily forgotten and are usually engrained into your soul.

Occasionally you will experience those special instances while out on the water. Ordinary people who have never held a rod in their hand cannot comprehend, but these are the days we, as fisherman, live for. The good days are what keeps us craving more, and the bad days are what helps us appreciate the good days to a greater degree.

Fishing is whatever you want it to be. For me it’s not only something I do for fun and to get away, it’s a metaphor for life. The catching is not always great but the fishing is always good.

Without further ado, I present you with the video depiction of what I just described. Let the good times roll.

About the author

Jeremy Chavez is a full-time fly and light tackle fishing guide who hails from the Bayou City (Houston, Texas for those of you not in the know). He eats, sleeps and breathes fish. He left (he was laid-off but who's keeping tabs) his career as a bean counter (he has a master's degree in accounting) to chase his dream of becoming a nomadic fish bum.

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