I Googled that phrase earlier today and learned that the reasons are just as varied as I suspected they would be from the git-go. In some cases, it was because the angler had grown older and, after doing some serious risk assessment, had decided the enjoyment no longer outweighed the aches and pains involved. As one older fella put it, "If after taking three Ibuprofens before you even hit the water, followed by one every hour thereafter, you still feel miserable, it's time you found a new hobby."
In other cases, I found anglers who gave up tournament fishing because they incurred financial difficulties that dictated such a change, or because of work requirements that interfered drastically with their time on the water.
Then, however, I came across this item from an old 2012 Bass Boats Central posting, which really made a lot of sense. As explained by the dad involved, "This is why I quit tournament fishing. Connor had been asking to go fishing lately, and even with rain falling some yesterday, he couldn't wait any longer. So we loaded up with some crappie minnows and hit the water."
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