We spent a lot of time on the lake when I was growing up, maybe that's why I love it so much now. We'd head out early, and I mean dark-thirty! That's sometime between the wee hours of 4 and 5AM, it was imperative we get on the lake right as the sun came up. I'm not sure if that was when the fish woke up for breakfast or it was a positioning ploy to get to the best fishing spots... whatever, we rolled out of bed and into the car to make the hour trip down to Lake Taneycomo. My Dad would have provisions packed for the day~ Spam or bologna, bread and crackers, rat cheese(what Mom called cheddar)! The big tackle box held the rest of the necessities of the day. Whatever came up, we were prepared.
Sometimes we'd catch so many that Daddy would give away the extras to lucky neighbors. But many times, we'd bring home only a stringer of two or three. It was the luck of the draw, the planets had to be all lined up, the weather had to cooperate and the fish... well, sometimes they just weren't hungry.
I never heard my Dad complain. For him, just being on the lake was enough.