You think about how tomorrow you'll drive 350 miles south toward a home that has lakes without hexagenia mayflies and lakes that are full of other boaters/anglers/jet skis and how you'd never eat walleyes from those lakes anyway.
You think about what calms your soul and what fills your spirit.
You think about how you started doing this 25 years ago and how few years left you may have to do it again.
You think about how lame fireworks really are.
And you go.
And you catch fish.
You also catch some hell the next morning....but at least you brought home dinner.
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