I love getting to fish with a partner on days like that – sharing the moments of what I would describe as fishing bliss. The day that came before the day when you ‘shoulda been here’. THE right spot at THE right time.
Austin carefully cradled his fish for a couple quick hero shots, and then eased it back into the water. We watched it swim off and traded high fives.
Splitting up again, we slowly shuffled our way across the flat, staying roughly even with each other as we went. Stingrays dotted the muddy patches between eel grass like landmines. Fortunately when they buried down in the silt they left a tell-tale blackened area, so they were easy to spot. Still a little nerve wracking though, especially when you’re focused on a tail in the middle distance and glance down to see one right in your path.
Austin spotted a pod of tailing fish, and then I sighted another one; the closer we got to them, the more stingrays we saw. Picking our way to the schools of fish, we suddenly had a problem – we were surrounded! In front of us, a marauding pack of reds was slashing through small baitfish. Behind us, a school was moving up through the silt cloud we left behind as we moved. We thought quickly and overcame our tactical disadvantage as best we could; back to back, we cast at opposite schools and hoped for a double. Forgoing finesse, I plopped a fly into the heart of the school I faced; half a dozen strips and my fly was headed swiftly in the opposite direction, locked firmly in a fish’s jaw. Austin quickly came tight as well, but that red managed to toss the hook in short order.
As we walked off the flat later that day, I reflected that it had been one of the most unexpectedly successful trips I had had in a long time. I guess after you fish water for a while you start to feel like you know it, and grow a little complacent. You start fishing spots you know instead of breaking out and fishing new water, taking the chance that you’ll catch nothing but a day well spent. What had led us to that shallow backwater? I couldn’t tell you exactly, but it stemmed from our innate desire to explore, to see what lay beyond the mangroves. So, take that journey – go around that river bend, just because it’s there. The best way to go is with friends who feel the same way, sharing the adventure and increasing the safety for everyone.
The next time you head out, I hope you experience the fishing bliss that can be found in serendipity. That’s what it’s all about my friends.