I love it all! The preparation the night before, the omelettes i make at 5 a.m. in a dark and quiet house, the turnaround a block from my house when I realize what I've forgotten, the first smoke on the way and a few of my favorite songs showing up on the radio, the scenery on the way and the anticipation of a big fish, the memories of trips gone by at the destitnation of the day, the unpacking of gear at the parking spot and the turnaround 100 yds from my truck when I realize what I've forgotten, the wildlife I see, the flushing gamebirds that scare the s*^t out of me! The bears that leave signs to keep you honest or the ones that actually visit, the song of birds and the clicking of grasshoppers, the circling hawks, the gurgle of a stream, or the lapping waves of a lake, the hatch, the rise, the take (the tug is the drug) the big one that breaks you off, and the trophies you land, the walk back to the truck, feeling half dead and out of breath, the drive home, and the couch and tv at the end of the day. Then falling asleep knowing that you are not another clone, out of touch with where we truly belong, and that we can accomplish something so trivial as tricking a fish, but feel so fullfilled.