I never got into fishing, but my uncle was literally the fish whisperer. He had a place on a small lake in NH (he's dead now, lived to 90+), and he had named the fish individually. He knew where to find each one, and would catch/release them just to maintain contact. He'd go out on a new lake and just sit for an hour watching, pull out some obscure lure, and in about three minutes land a gigantic bass or trout or whatever he was after. He would literally yell at the fish if they weren't biting, and they'd wake up and hit his line. It was amazing to watch. I miss that dude.