When water is at hand, there is a sense that all is good.  My cast hits the water and hope ecomes real.  It's not as if I feel I am going to catch all of the fish.  The way things work that is nearly imposssible.  But I will xatxh some fish and I know where thye will be and that in andof itself is satifying.
Not all fishermen feel this way.  Some, new to the sport, have little expectation.  But I admire them.  With that littl expectation comes great wonder about the wheres and hows and whys and great joy when a fish is caught.  It's as if they were a child again seeing the world for the first time.  For it is a brand new world when one picks up fishing.  A fresh world.  One where everything is unknown and all is possible.  I think youth is the gretaest comparison that could be made.  You are seeing with unknowning eyes and an unfettered heart.  Innocence is found aorund every corner and you are so curious you don't mind working around it.   Some water is dep and some water is shallow and while you don't know what that means, you know it means something and hope deeply for it's unveiling.  It is a process, one that begins at inception of the experience with water and ends with that last cast before death or infirmity.