It has always amazed me what we will do for a fish. It is amazing how a middle aged, beer bellied man who gets winded going to the mail box is transformed into an olympic class athlete when chasing a steelie downriver. Or the narrow trails down the side of a cliff we take just to get to a good spot, trails most people wouldn't even consider normally, much less in waders carrying all our fishing gear (By the way - surfers are the same way about getting to a good surf spot, probably even worse about it)