O.K., you got up at 3:00 am and fished hard. It’s 10:00 am on the river with a lull in activity. What satisfies your soul?
Me, it’s a breakfast burrito and a hot black coffee. Yours?
Salma Hayek :D…a western omelet with some garlic in it and a hot cup of black coffee works for me…(but so would Salma 
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It’s 10:00 am on the river with a lull in activity. What satisfies your soul?
A hatch?
Normally, once I’m on the water, I wont eat till dark. Load up on caffeine, starch, and sugar on the way to your spot, load up on grease and starch after (or an obscenely large sandwich), but if I got up at 3am to fish, I usually wont waste daylight with food.
That said, I’ve been known to lug a bottle of a good stout with me if the weather will be cooperative enough to keep it around 40-degrees. 
Food on the water = sunflower seeds.
We must have been born under the same sign hairwing!
I would only add that those few minutes also allow me to get a good look at my surroundings, which always satisfies my soul!!
bobbyg
A good cigar!
hmmm lets see
standing in a river for 5-6 hours then drinking coffee??
i gotta P!!!
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Normally, once I’m on the water, …snip… I usually wont waste daylight with food.
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That’s what I am talking about…my vest has large pockets for a reason. powerbar/nuts/gorp/ etc fit into one of them. I don’t take time in between hatches…I take time in between casts.
CHEWING GUM!! That keeps your mind off the Hungries.
If there’s nothing definite in the forecast until evening (spinner fall, caddis hatch) and pounding them up with hoppers/attractors will only produce the odd fish here-and-there, I’ll usually head for the nearest little mountain stream where the fish almost always have the feedbag on. Nuts and jerky with some Gatorade and some kind of carb bar keep me going until the last cast of the night.
Regards,
Scott
Unless like ScottP I have a plan to spend slack time on a nearby small stream, I just stay in the water and munch on trail mix. …and, boy, I do miss the cigar break! 
Coughlin
That lull usually gets used for taking pictures of bugs, flowers, particularly scenic spots in the stream. all the memory aids I’ll need later but won’t get when the fishing is hot. Usually too early for food, but a swig of cold water perks me up a treat since if I’m up at 3am, by 10 I’m wilting just a bit.
Usually I load up on junk on the way to the river with plans to eat around noon. Noon passes by quickly and it always seems to be around four or five before I finally pull myself off the river for a bite. I eat quickly and get back to it!
mgliss
A PB&J sandwich; they are always at their best when eaten by a river. 8T 
You are so right about the PB&J… [b]River Lunch[/b]
Oh, yes! Whatever else you carried in your pocket to eat, sitting next to the water with fresh coffee is the second best thing I could think to do.
If I get up at three, I’m ready for a short nap by ten. A quick snooze, followed by a good cup of hot coffee, then a ham sandwich with Swiss cheese and spicey brown mustard gets me revived. This time also allows the silk lines to dry sufficiently.
In the scenario you present, I’m NOwhere near anyplace serving breakfast. It’s probably gonna be a cold SPAM sammich IF I remembered to bring the makins. And then I’ll continue fishing till I get home/motel where I can have a HOT/FRIED SPAM sammich. As y’all can deduce, I have “taste”.
Mark
Success on a fishing trip increases with direct proportion to the amount of coffee consumed that morning and the temperature of that coffee, and with inverse proportion to the quality of said coffee. Therefore, the best thing you can do is guzzle down a gallon of the cheap convenience store swill, but dont spill! It’ll burn right through the car cupholder, the carpet, and the flooring of the car and start melting the asphalt on the road before it cools!
Of course, given the option, I’ll let myself be a coffee snob and get the good stuff…and just drink more to make up for it!
I have had twelve hour plus days on the water without a break of any sort. If the fishing is good, I ignore the food and drink. They can wait until after dark. If I wanted to eat and drink, I would hang out on the sofa.
About that time of the morning, I probably realized that I had my mind on fishing all morning and had forgotten to thank God for my many blessing. (being healthy enough to wade the creek, the beautiful senery, have a wife that doesn’t mind too much about me being off fishing instead of “honeydoos”, the wonderful feeling I get while on the water, the wildlife that I see and the list could go on forever)
Once one the water, I know I won’t leave regardless of the bite. So, big breakfast before and lunch in the pack and pound, pound the water. Did I say pound the water?