I get a little more religion after opening day especially...you know, pray for a catch at the next set I'm checking, for decent weather, and that the ice won't give way under my feet when it makes those little creaky-moany sounds with each step onto it.
I have called out His name many a time when a #3 goes off and snags the inside area of my thumbs, or when a slip of the knife leaves my finger tip bleeding more than the critter did, or when I first notice that I really did snag my waders on that last barbed wire fence (I generally don't notice that until I am in the water at the next stop).
The Maker and I have had some special discussions about certain thieves too.
All kidding aside, this is a subject very near and dear to my heart...and I do take religion very personally.