Thinking back when I was a youngster, I definately didnt have the patience then as I do now when I went fishing. Now I know why Pa sat in one spot on the bank for hours, while I was constantly moving...10 minutes here, 15 minutes there and then move again. When I would return to the spot where dad was after about a hour, he would have a couple more nice catfish on the stringer. What about you? Did you always have patience or did you work at it your whole life?