This philosophy worked well—for a while. Somehow, as I grew older and my brain got bigger, my noggin just couldn’t keep up with the fish. Perhaps I erred by not majoring in fisheries biology, because my once-infallible techniques began to produce poor results—and more than one tantrum. I used to be the best of the best. But those golden days are behind me now, and I’m still struggling to work out what went wrong.