Its 6:42 AM on a Tuesday morning as I look to the left crossing the Cooks River Bridge at Kyeemagh on the way to work.
It's absolutely freezing out there as I enjoy the comfort of my nice warm car.
Suddenly I see some "poor" bloke on a very nice looking bass/barra punt, wearing a wetsuit, on the river madly reeling in something resonable.
I feel like a foolish member of the rat race and would, in an instant, swap my nice warm car for the windy chilly Cook's River
Have I caught the bug?