Enter The Angler...

So you're sitting at your desk, in your office, or in your cubicle and you look out of your window. You expect to see the usual sights but on this day you see something different. At a nearby house You see a person holding up a 5 foot leviathan freshly caught. You approach the angler to see what this human sized beast is and he tells you it is a sturgeon. It sets something off inside of you, a passion reawakens.

You remember weekend trips with your ol' man catching striper and catfish. You recall the strong stench of cut bait remaining on your hands for hours after you leave the river. You remember the feel of lead weights and sharp hooks. You remember the sound of a jumping fish and running water. You remember the sudden jerk of an unseen object tugging at your line, you remember setting your hook and the sensation of adrenaline filling your body as you fight to reel in your dinner for that night! You remember fishing!

That day after work you head to your local sports store and purchase a rod, reel, hooks, line and sinkers. The next day you make your way to the nearest fishing hole. You rack your brain to remember what the rig looked like when you were a kid. You set up your hook and sinker in a fashion that seems logical. You take a practice swing with your pole, gripping onto your line. You feel that you're ready so you flip open your bail, you hold your rod back, you cast forward and release your line and within microseconds your sinker flies into the water. You set your rod down, you hold a cool drink in hand, you stare at the tip of your rod and then you wait...