As a youth, I would have been angry. To fish a stretch of water that I know possesses fish, yet bringing none to hand used to be a difficult lesson. As the years pass, the patience and appreciation for the experience grows, whether a fish is observed in your net, or not.
Yesterday I returned to a stretch of water that yielded dozens of trout a few weeks ago. Yesterday, nothing. As I hiked out of the remote spot, I met two fly fishermen walking towards the water I had just vacated. The smiles on their faces quickly faded as I informed them of my luck. One of them stated, "geez, I caught about 50 the other day". I wished them luck, and told them that it was probably just me.
The thing is...I really do hope they did well. There are obviously plenty of fish there...I've seen them. But fly fishing is a daily challenge. If it was easy, why go?