In my case laser acupuncture seemed to help. I mean it really truly seemed to help. For the first two days I was homicidal and for a good month I really couldn't fish worth a damn but otherwise quitting was pretty easy.
How is life post chew?
Well, not being enslaved to 7 eleven and a spittoon is sweet. Not having bad breath at all times is rad. Not having to walk the "do what I say not what I do" walk of hypocrisy with my son is bitchin. And that leaves me desperately short of archaic old-fart replacements for sick. Because as a friend pointed out today we are all of us pretty much too old to get away with "sick".
More than anything else though, this means I get to be a sanctimonious prick to anybody else who hasn't quit. I looked it up, those are the rules.
Incidentally their is a long-standing theory about chewing and carpin. The theory goes something like this:
- You have it on your hands.
- Therefore it gets on your flies.
- Carp can smell tobacco in the one part per bazillion gazillion.
- Carp HATE the smell of tobacco.
- Therefore you catch less carp.
Just a theory mind you, but it would also seem to indicate that either the proponents of the theory or the carp themselves are also sanctimonious pricks who quit chewing a while back. Either way I am officially on board.