I never used to take much pleasure in talking to other people. Fishing used to be a way to get away from others and find a secluded place where I could be alone with my thoughts and nature. As I get older I enjoy the company of fellow fishermen and I find myself talking to random people more often. The benefit of doing this is not only to meet great people possibly make a new friend but also you can pick up fishing tips you might not have found other wise. This just happened today as I was gearing up to fish the surf. A truck pulled up "are they biting?" The drive asked. I explained that I hadn't even hit the water yet. The gentlemen went on to talk about how in another section they caught so many they couldn't keep them all. I don't know why but I always like to think I know something others don't. Especially when it comes to fishing. I said I'll try the surf and head over if it seems dead. The gentleman looked at me a little strange and drove off. On my walk to the beach I couldn't get the gentleman's expression out of my mind. Why did he look at me so strange as he drove off? I started to beat the surf with my casts. I saw no signs of life and even worse no other fisherman. I started to wonder if I should head over to where the guy in the truck suggested. While I walked back to the car I realized why I got the look I did as the man drove away. He probably didn't understand why I was passing up a known location that obviously had fish. When I hit the other section the man from the truck was sitting on a bucket and asked how the surf was. He was reeling in a fish right as I got there. We talked for awhile and I learned we lived in the same city and had other random things in common. Then he told me to try a spot down the beach. "Usually there at least some bluefish down there" he said. This time I was listening and I headed down the beach and began casting. On my second cast I had a fish and brought it to hand. It was a speckled trout. The first I had ever caught. I dropped it back in the water still on the line and walked back to get my camera. Unfortunately once I got the camera the fish came off. I didn't catch another speck but I did hook up with 15-20bluefish. The gentleman was right on. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers and bluefish. They can save you from smelling like skunk at the end of the day.
Cool story. Glad you took the advice.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Kevin. I am a talker. I also find out a lot from talking to other fishermen. When I lived in Florida, we chased Bluefish with Mullet for bait. Back then I didn't know from fly fishing. Heavy surf, a good stiff rod, and Bluefish. One of the joys in life.
ReplyDeleteNice story Kev. I'm finding as I get older I enjoy shooting the breeze with other fisherman. Love the Bluefish!
ReplyDeleteHi Kev
ReplyDeleteGreat advice, I am one who is always willing to share a tip or two with anyone I meet on our local tailrace or my local lake. I always have big ears when it comes to someone telling me where the fish are biting or what new technique or lure they are using. I seldom meet a fishermen who is not friendly and willing share any information with me. Thanks for sharing a great story