I have always said that no matter what kind of fish I am going for they are all good as long as they pull on the line.
Do not get me wrong though. I love the morning cold on my face while in the middle of the stream flyfishing for trout,
casting from my boat to largemouth bass on a sunny warm morning at the lake,
and even standing along the riverbank with 20 other salmon fishermen in a pouring rain all day long just to get that one bite from a chinook.
The trek, the path, the journey, all lend to the experience of the day fishing. I would not give that up for anything.
I have loved fishing since that first time I cast my line into that little muddy pond on the corner in southern california when I was just big enough to walk to it by myself, and I specially remember the first time I cast my flyline into the cold clear stream in Oregon when I was camping with my dad in high school, and the first time I caught a 10 pound largemouth bass in the sierra mountains of california even though no one was around to see it I still saw it, lived it, and can still feel the joy of it.
No matter what kind of fish, size of fish, or way fished they are all special and worth every minute that I have ever spent learning to fish them, fishing them, catching them, and even throwing them back so I can maybe catch them again someday.
A hunter is one with the world he/she hunts in.
A fisher is one that wants to be in the world he/she fishes in.