I call it a transition, without the purest pretentious attitude.
It's not that I hate bait, It bores me. Waiting for a fish to swim by, and find a hunk of meat.
I love the challenge, especially in new places, of hunting for Bass. Reading the water, interpreting the rips and structure. Fooling a fish into thinking that a piece of wood is real.
The anticipation of the hit, right up to when the plug comes out of the water. Watching the boil as it crushes a top water, or the slam of a subsurface strike. eels bring a level of excitement almost on par with plugs, because they are fished in almost identical circumstances. On occasion a bunker head can be used in almost the same manner, drifted in a rip, or tossed into the wash of a reef. I don't even own a sinker anymore.
I have fished Bass in any and all method known for my area. Caught boatloads, literally.
trolled, drifted, and anchored a chum slick.
My life has brought me to a point that I desire the challenge of hunting for Stripers, it's no longer fishing to me. I would rather go fishless on a plug in the surf, than to land 50 from a boat using a chunk of fish meat.