judy at 2011-06-23 08:45:12:
What a super new mantra. It resonates well with me.
I used to fish the walleye run in the Maumee River (Toledo, OH). Tall and brawny men wearing beards arrive from all over the world to wade waist-deep and catch these scrumptious fish as they slam up the ice-melt to spawn. Then there was I -- five foot, four and therefore too short to stand in the shoulder-to-shoulder line of Men in Waders in the strong current.
So... as they repeatedly cast far into the racing river I did the only thing I could. I cast my jig BEHIND the line of fishermen. And I caught some gorgeous walleye and a whole bunch of envious cussing from the big boys.
Just to complete your metaphor, I remember the first time something underwater rammed my waders. I thought someone had approached too close and bumped me, but no. Another thing bashed into my leg, and I realized the walleye were swimming BETWEEN US FISHERMEN and WOMAN!
Happy fishing, Scott!