I’m telling you, the best part about chasing a dream the size of a whale (a fucking killer one) is that wild, sleepless rush you get when you realize noodling may not be allowed on this trip. There’s something primal in it—a sweet, exhilarating danger, like leaning over the edge of a rickety ladder, staring down into an abyss of hardwood, and daring the paint gods to give you something too big to tame.People will try to talk you down. They’ll say, “That fish is too big; you’ll snap your rod,”...