Oh the glory!....metaphors, philosophy, perspective, humbleness, etc.... it’s a lonely life, unless the river and fish alone bring total satisfaction and fulfillment. I'm not going to speak for everyone, but the idea of fishing, what it stands for, and the fact that it’s the "other woman," has a lot to do with its mystique for me. So much of my excitement (anticipation) is based on this and is quickly evaporated when I step into the water. The fact of the matter is, as much as a love it and have a sickness for it, I like going home at the end of the day to my mundane family life. If you fished every day and lived "the dream", the metaphors tend to lose their romantic luster. You need to watch movies like this or read "The River Why" to remind you of how "killer" it is. I'm speaking from personal experience. Most of the fish bums I know are either alcoholics, pot heads, lonely, or all of the above even though you would never know it sitting in the boat with them. That's just what came to mind when I watched this. Sorry to be a bummer.