Patience Test in Progress

There’s a special kind of silence that comes after a bad cast.
The line birds-nests midair, your reel locks up, and for one long second, you just stare — equal parts disbelief, frustration, and surrender.

This is it. The moment the universe asks, “How bad do you want it?”

Because untangling fishing line isn’t just a mechanical task. It’s a meditation. A test of character. A battle between man, material, and his own blood pressure. You start slow — gentle pulls, careful loops — convincing yourself it’s fine. Five minutes later, you’re muttering prayers, inventing new curse words, and wondering if scissors count as a spiritual solution.

But then something shifts. You sit down. The world goes quiet. The water laps against the hull. The sun finds your shoulder. And before you know it, the knot gives way — not because you outsmarted it, but because you outlasted it.

That’s the real lesson.
Patience isn’t just waiting for a bite. It’s learning to breathe through the tangle — to take a moment that should ruin your day and somehow make it part of the story.

So yeah, call it what it is: a patience test in progress.
And if you pass, well… maybe the next cast will be the one.