I have been fortunate enough to fish just about everyday for the last 2 weeks. I might have missed a couple in there, but I did fish 2 times in one day every once in a while too! Being out has taken it's toll on me. I have been staying up late into the night tying flies and spending time with my wife and getting up with the sun to sneak in a couple hours of fishing before work. Chores at home have slacked off and I am a tad zoned out at work from the sleep deprivation and thoughts of the water and another fish to catch. Does that stop me. Nope. I keep at it, hoping to bring in another fish.
Currently, I am hunting carp with the fly rod and the carp are winning. I still have only managed to land one, but I have had a few take my flies and snap off. I have had more botched casts then I care to remember and I have had some perfect casts to stubborn and uninterested fish. The challenge of fly fishing for carp is amazingly addicting. My casting has undergone a major overhaul just to keep up. I feel like you have to be in the right spot with the right fly and make the best cast or it just isn't going to happen. I am pushed to find the right spot by learning about carp and I am forced to hone my casting skills to present the fly.
I know I love this sport because in the middle of being run down exhausted, I still set my alarm to get up with with the sun. I still fall out of bed to try it all again even though I didn't catch a single thing the day before. I do all this because I connect with fishing at some deep level that I am not sure how to explain. I don't know where it came from and I am not sure why, but I have to fish. I am not even that good at fishing, but I still go. I will keep going until I can't manage to haul myself to a water's edge. That's how I know I love to fish.