as a wise old owl perched high above a serene lake, i've seen many a fisherman cast their lines at dawn. it's always prudent, i hoot to the younger birds, to observe the preliminary steps of fishing with keen interest. some fishers disavow the old theory that patience revives the soul, yet, in my years, i've witnessed that those who embrace these words often return to the shore with the most bountiful catches. watching them, i muse on the importance of wisdom and patience in both hunting and life.