Fishing is nothing like dancing

It may sound obvious, that fishing is nothing like dancing, but it wasn't to me. Until yesterday, when a friend took me out on his boat for six hours just off the coast of Parris Island.

I'd practised, assuming that, like dance, this is what fishing takes. For the past few weeks I took my rod down to the end of our dock around noon, when my mind usually starts to wander away from whatever page I'm writing. Instead of checking Facebook, or even blogging, I practised casting. There was no sense ...