Some days are all about the fishing. As someone has said, a day of fishing, regardless of whether you catch anything, makes you a better man.
You push through the many downed willows that choke the access and kick out into the channel with broken twigs covering the float tube and sticking down your neck. This is your first time at this part of the lake this season. You make a mental note to throw a saw into the back of the pickup the next time you come.
You got a single pull just as you were heading into the trees, so now you troll up and down along the waves. No more pulls. The wind blows and gusts, the trees thrash and roar, the lake pitches and heaves, you bob up and down, up and down, and think, what an amazing place to be!
Then you decide to troll one more time. You tie the bead-head streamer back on and begin a long loop. You complete the loop without a take. You decide that you're still a better man for the day's fishing, fish or no fish.