"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Any sportsmen here?
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"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
comic_relief
Master Don Juan
My sister, when she was much younger, got a tiny shiner. She was reelling it in and my dad was getting a new worm for her to use. All of a sudden my dad heard this shout for help from her. He looks at her and she is up to her ankles being dragged into the creek. He looks into the water and sees this monsterous trout. He grabs the pole and takes close to a half hour to get in. It was a 29 inch brook trout.
Bonhomme
Master Don Juan
My youngest brother & mom visited from out east, so we hit the lake one Wed the 1st, and had a hella good day.
My brother got his limit (5 smallmouths > 14" long), and I got 4, though mine were a bit bigger, on the average: 4 of his were around 15" and he had one nice one ~17-18"; 3 of mine were about 16 1/2", and the other was 14 1/2". I could have easily got my limit, but we got a late start, and I had a job to do in the evening, so we only fished for about 3 1/2 hours.
He caught all his on crayfish. I caught 2 of my big one on shiner minnows, one big one on a Berkley Power Grub, and the other on a crayfish. We catch the crayfish in a nearby river.
We were using ~ 6lb line, light tackle, ~ #10-14 wide bend hooks, and either no sinker or a very small one. The fish were in about 3-5' deep water, close to shore.
I was also catching some bluegills on top, with dark dry flies, ~ #14 hook, which was the closest thing to the hatch that was happening.
I used to go duck hunting with my buds out on a lake. We'd position ourselves on the opposite side of the lake from the ducks. I'd take out a slingshot and shoot a m80 on the other side of the ducks, it'd explode, and they'd ALL fly right over us. Pretty cheap, but if you're camping in the middle of nowhere, anything'll do.
Bonhomme
Master Don Juan
... but I like it!
Kinda like throwing a can of corn in the water where you see a big carp jump, if you want to catch big carp.
Hell, the lake I go to has the biggest carp, on the average, I've ever seen. Catching several 10-pounders in a day is easy. I should advertise tours in British fishing magazines.
"I just moved here from Florida."
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.