Man...I've never claimed to be good at golf, but yesterday morning I was plain terrible...pushing everything hard right until the 7th hole. I was really bumming out and think it was just getting a bad grip and letting the club open up on the down swing...something I should have had down 30 years ago. Today, the lake was like glass, and I had cleaned up the neglected canoe and refinished all the woodwork on it last week, So I dug out the big fly rod and went fishing. Caught a couple small bass and a decent pickerel (all shook loose so I didn't have to even bring them in the boat) Then I started missing a lot of hits. After a while I found my little popper had fowled, and I had wrapped the line around the hook, so it was actually backwards, and the hook pointing away from me. Plus I accidently invented about 10 new knots in my leader while casting that will never be able to be un-done by any man Again, a big idjit move. But, I had fun in both cases. Why do we enjoy doing things that are so hard and have very little reward?? What is your favorite fun thing to do that you can hate at the same time when things don't go right??