My last two fishing outings, I’ve struggled. Clearly, my insignificant little drama is galactically far from a real problem, given back-to-back hurricanes — I’m sending positive energy to my friends, their families and fishing buddies as they ride out that hellacious meteorological monster — a mega-earthquake and serious issues confronting the country and world at large. Yet vexing, nonetheless.

Had I insulted the fish gods, somehow? Did some unknown cast a voodoo curse upon me, jamming up my mojo? The exact reason for my subpar performances wasn’t exactly clear, especially after a good run of success. The explanation is most likely more concrete, like moon phase, barometric factors, fishing pressure, et al. Oh, and lest I forget, fish do have fins. But where’s the fun in those plausible explanation? Whatever the cause, this funkiness clung to me like leaky, damp waders…that aren’t mine. So I was determined to cast off this pesky hex.

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