One day very full set with the weekend upon me and I will close a week without sleep and avoidance of stress. A good friend and I headed to the South Coast of CT for a business meeting with the owner of a fly shop a local guide or friend established.
Fish stories and talk business wrap up a new friendship with a group of boys, as the windiest, wettest, coldest and casting bar demo of 06 ', was carried out, we finished our business.
My traveling companion and I followed a friend and guide a bit north up the coast to a point that was supposed to fish in the morning early in the tide right before something happened.
Sleep deprivation combined with a burned body of a crazy week, broke my will to start the day with good fishing. What made you settle for the worst timing and conditions of the day could present this point, near the mouth of the river
My motto: "You can not catch a fish if your not fishing," Sometimes you just can not catch a fish.
The water had never fish. We followed the instructions My friend and fish Guru and began our mile walk to the end of this point near the river mouth. With a beautiful 40 degrees, rain, windy 30 days mph on our plates, we headed south to fish CT. In the past, no, my luck and skills have always matched my local waters where I guide. So far the work has kept me out of water, and night fishing is not yet Rockin 'and rollin'. Fear of the warning that we are fishing the wrong tide and catch fish not be charged to the point, "there are schoolies, yet we'll get into some fish." It can not be the countless morning bite occurred, but none of the fish less.
5 cylinder and the phone rings, my local friend asked "Did you get the fish now?" "No" "Chance", he says, "wait until 6:30 pm when the tide begins to change. It 3:30 and I have to be out of water at room 6. How can I get the phone a few minuets after a success, and a fish! First Striper of the season. It was much later than what I'm used to. Work has also kept me out of Martha's Vineyard, and I'm booked with client until May.
There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel. We are sure to catch more fish. Two hours passed and none of us has had a hit single.
Meanwhile, on the south side of the shore, the gulls are working the heck out of this cove. Barely able to fly in the wind are bitter sweet reminder that the fish are there but not near us. At this time my gut starts to tell me it's time to go, no food, but the small still voice that says "the most, do not you get one more fish" This voice has led to many great days fishing, and also ended some of the bad.
It is in this way too much work for a small fish? This is for a guy who spends most of his time to launch 16-inch eel at 2:00 am to catch the low of the cow. I'm cold, tired and exhausted. My friend has had a tough second year of fly fishing. No steel ear for him this winter, skunked today. Miro concerned that the crack in the joy of fishing may have set in the face. All I see is a big wet wind bright red, just smile. "You want to go fishing or keep? "he said. I have to go is a two and a half hours and I still have to face this kind of a thing of fly fishing.
Not always is about fishing or even time in the water. It 's about getting out there when the world is not, and working his way through the jungle of life to get their slice of escape from his time in an hour or twenty hours to run the core, stop, listen to his passion, its always worth it.
About the Author:
Ryan is a guide along the Connecticut coast, he runs Connecticut fishing charters there.
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