Recently, I have been given unsuccessful days after unsuccessful days, and it is really just tearing me down right now. I have mixed emotions; I am sad, angry, frustrated, and confused. I feel like god is against me.
It is summer, the best time to go fishing in california, and there has been so much opportunity to catch decent fish off of piers like bonito, halibut, bass, and even yellow tail. People have been catching and catching, even my dad has been, but the last 3 or 4 times we went fishing, I caught NOTHING. Right now it just seems so impossible. My goal was to try to catch a bonita this summer while they are running close to shore, but I doubt thats going to happen. My dreams of catching a bonita is coming to an end.
Today, when we went out, we found out the bonita came in an hour before we got there, and then just left. When we fished, it was dead. Just like the last 3 or 4 times we went out. Right now god is testing me, and I'm getting frustrated and mad. As the summer is fading away my odds of achieving my goal is getting slimmer and slimmer. Gosh. I've been getting the chance to catch, but it never happens because of me not hearing or seeing where the fish are or some stupid mistake like that.
All I can say now is.... UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
