When the fish are not biting and there’s nothing to do but keep casting, rhythm takes over. I’ll catch myself watching the line and thinking, this is beautiful. Not my  personal cast–I’m no rock star. But the idea of it is, that someone going back centuries put these physical principles together that are in play every time the line loads. Stripping a popper back is another thing; the gurgling washes over the mind like Thorazine. Then a largemouth hits and it’s enough of the metaphysical bullshit and let’s get on with it.