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If you caught something worth keeping:
Gut it on the beach. Salt in the hands.
Strap it to your back like a trophy of pain.
Nothing? Good. Hunger builds monsters.
5:00 PM – Ironwork
45 min garage session:
Deadlifts
Farmer’s carries (with your tackle box and fish cooler)
Pull-ups until failure
Sandbag shoulder tosses
Final set scream: “Stay salty.”
6:00 PM – Sunset Reflection Cast
Final cast. Not for the fish — for the soul.
Stillness. No music. Just surf and silence.
Ask yourself:
“Did I deserve the ocean today?”
If no: you cast until darkness eats you.
7:00 PM – Recovery = Responsibility
Saltwater rinse. Eat clean. No alcohol.
Ice your joints. Foam roll.
Visualize tomorrow. Bigger fish. Rougher surf.
Sleep hard. Wake harder.
FINAL WORDS FROM SEAN
“Most guys fish for fun. I fish to feel pain, to sharpen instinct, to dominate my coastline. The fish don’t owe me anything. I owe them my edge.”