Yeah.

And when you have one, I mean, it's just, you gotta grasp onto it.

So Maine was really...

I learned how to fly fish in Vermont, and by learning how to fly fish, I mean, I got taught how to, you know, be a glorified ribbon dancer, but I wasn't very good at actually catching anything.

Um, Maine was really where I cut my teeth on that, particularly on the Penobscot, particularly on those nights, you know, we would go fish until 1:00 in the morning for schoolie striped bass, and you'd catch over 200 fish a night.

Like, you'd leave because your arm hurt and you couldn't physically cast anymore, or you had no skin left on the inside of your thumb, not because the fish weren't biting.

You just couldn't do it anymore.

Hmm