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My name is Bob and I am a Kayak Fisherman too.

If only I had taken up crime or drugs my wallet would be thicker and my wife would be pissed off less often. We are addicts... happy addicts but addicts none the less.

There is no cure. So resign yourself to a future of countless hours of repetitive casting, endless trolling and the heartbreak of losing another trophy to a hungry sea lion.

There will be wet launches and even wetter landings. You will lose expensive gear as a result of bad luck or bad decisions. Over the next few years, you will spend hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars on stuff that will only marginally help you quench your insatiable lust to catch more or bigger fish. You will hide the fact that you made these purchases from family members, but proudly display these treasures to your fishing buddies.

Occasionally, there will be that fantastic, wonderful day when everything goes right. The day you catch your first Yellowtail will be imprinted in your brain along with your children's birthdays and your wedding anniversary date. It is highly recommended that you do not get these dates mixed up. Most wives do not celebrate the date that you caught your first big fish.

So welcome to our little club. We are an eclectic mix of young and old, rich and poor. Every ethnic and religious persuasion is represented. We have smart people and some who appear to be absolute idiots sometimes. The bottom line is that when we get out on the water, we are all brothers and sisters who share a passion for this sport.

Bob