Professional Overthinker, Amateur Fisherman

There’s a moment every angler knows too well. You’re standing at the edge of the water, rod in hand, the sun just starting to burn off the morning fog… and you’re paralyzed by choice. Spinnerbait or chatterbait? Green pumpkin or watermelon red flake? Should you cast shallow? Go deep? Is that ripple a fish or just your self-doubt resurfacing again?

Welcome to the great paradox of fishing: the sport that’s supposed to bring peace of mind somehow turns you into a full-time strategist with mild anxiety and a PhD in second-guessing.

But here’s the thing — we love it that way.

Because fishing isn’t just about catching fish. It’s about thinking about catching fish. It’s the anticipation. The tinkering. The mental gymnastics of convincing yourself that switching from a Texas rig to a Ned rig is an act of genius, even though you’ve caught nothing in two hours.

We overthink it because it matters to us.
We care about the little things — the lure color, the wind direction, the sound of the reel. It’s not obsession. It’s affection.

And honestly, it’s kind of beautiful that our brains can go full NASA mission control over something as simple as a Saturday on the water. It means we’ve found a thing that pulls us out of the world and drops us into a moment — where time slows, the phone’s ignored, and it’s just you, your thoughts, and that one fish you swear is mocking you.

So here’s to the professional overthinkers.
The anglers who tie knots like surgeons, change lures like day traders, and still manage to enjoy every overanalyzed, overly complicated, overly human minute of it.

Because at the end of the day, being an amateur fisherman with a professional-grade imagination isn’t a problem — it’s a privilege.