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- Prostaff Member Trout Whisperer
When Im fishing alone the conversations can be kinda one sided and like over toasted bread, dry. I think to myself when the fish don't bite maybe I should try over there. So then I go over there. Over there, might be off a far island or into a back bay, but since I don't have to explain this to anyone else, I just think over there, and that pretty much covers it.
Once Im over there, if I don't get any bites, it's like replaying the same old tape. If on the other hand the fish cooperate, then I think, am I glad I came over here and why didn't I come over here first. Pretty exciting stuff don't you think?
Also I talk to myself more when the fish don't bite. Like, Maybe I should try a crawler, if minnows aren't working. Or instead of a jig, Ill try a slip bobber set up. Another thought forms, I look at the water and make sure nobody is looking or listening from another boat. Then not too loudly I say facing into the water, what do you fish want? I say that kinda menacing. To date I haven't received an audible answer but since Im not talking to myself directly I can't really be consider touched or crazyâ and I use this tactic sparingly.
When the fish have absolute lock jaw I seriously threaten them in my mind with, okay if I don't get a bite in one hour Im gonna quit for the day so you better start biting. I say that with real purpose and a sense of urgency like now it's no joke and Im mad at them. Then I think to the fish the only way they can be forgiven, is to bite. This works occasionally but not enough to merit it as a cant missâ or sure thingâ fishing technique.
So it's getting close to the end of the appointed fishless bite less hour. So I may give them ten more minutes but that's it. I think that quietly to myself without letting the fish know I really mean another twenty minutes. If the fish somehow read my mind and still don't bite I get to thinking maybe it's a better day to just go home.
When Im at home all by myself without any fish I think to myself, boy I sure am getting dry. Dry, by the way, is my word for thirstyâ after the noon hour, but before the legally sanctioned dinnertime cocktail hour on fishless Saturdays. So I raise my glass and think in my head here's to the day without any fish,â to my way of thinking, that's a pretty dry toast.