I grew up in a tribe of Swamp Yankees and, without realizing it, came to embody some of their ways and salty language, outlooks, perspectives and mannerisms.
The magic of fishing comes from being so engrossed in something that your mind thinks only of the here and now. After several months of being stalked by a virus that you can’t see or hear or smell, it was nice to be back fishing — and feeling like the hunter once again.