Got on the plane Mon night for our last leg from LA to Toledo, and one of the guys asked what I was going to do when I got home. "Go fishin". He says "How can you do that? It's Boring." Got me to thinking. (Not always a good thing.) Why? I don't know. Maybe it's trying to match wits with a creature you can't see that has a brain the size of a pea. (And be on the wrong side of the fight.) Maybe it's being out on a misty morning watching the sun come up. Sometimes it's sitting sipping a cold one on a warm summer night in the glow of a lantern, listening to coyotes and owls howl. In my bass tourny days, it could have been the sound and smell of a couple hundred big outboards cranking up. Now it's watching mama raccoon and her 4 babies picking for food on a shoreline. Seeing an osprey sitting on a branch munching on a fish, or a bald eagle floating on a breeze overhead. Last time out, I got to watch a "4 ship" of pelicans fly formation that would have made the "Thunderbirds" proud. I've waded in rivers on cold, quiet, snowy mornings fishing for steelhead. Stood listening to the Atlantic surf waiting for the blues to move in. Yeah!! It's "boring". Bore me to death. Heading out in the AM for 3 more days of "boredom"!!