Enjoy fishing, but don’t overthink it
Spring fishing season has finally arrived in southeastern Virginia. I went out a few weeks ago to see if the crappie were biting. They weren’t. I went out last weekend after I borrowed a kayak from a friend — someone had stolen my run-down Jon boat (may they never catch anything again but disease) — and caught three. I am a recreational — not an avid — angler, and will probably only fish a dozen or two times over the next months. I don’t mind if I don’t catch anything. There are moments, even, when I think I would almost prefer not to catch anything because it would interrupt the experience of floating on the lake and looking.
