A Day Too Full To Improve
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A Day Too Full To Improve
Introduction
Title: A Day Too Full To Improve
Summary:
Fish tales and business chats cement a new friendship with a group of guys, as we wrap up the windiest, wettest, and coldest rod-casting demo of 2006.
Keywords:
Fish stories, Connecticut fishing charters
Article Body
The weekend loomed, and I was wrapping up a sleepless, stressful week. A good friend and I headed to the southern Connecticut coast for a business meeting set up by a local guide and friend at a fly shop.
Fish tales mingled with business discussions, forging new friendships as we endured the coldest and windiest rod-casting demo in recent memory. With business concluded, my companion and I followed our guide a bit further up the coast to a fishing spot we had been advised to hit at the right tide early that morning.
Lack of sleep and exhaustion from a hectic week left me too drained to fish in prime conditions. Instead, we faced the worst of the day near the mouth of the river. My motto: "You can’t catch a fish if you’re not fishing," but sometimes the fish simply aren’t biting.
Unfamiliar waters awaited us. Guided by my knowledgeable friend, we embarked on a mile-long trek to the river’s mouth. Despite the 40-degree rain and fierce 30 mph winds, we were determined to fish southern Connecticut. In the past, my skills hadn’t always shone on home waters, and work had kept me off the water entirely. Night fishing wasn’t fruitful yet either. Undeterred by warnings of fishing the wrong tide, we pressed on to the point, hoping for schoolies. It might not match the morning’s bounty, but a catch is a catch.
Five casts in, my phone rang. My local buddy asked if we’d caught anything. “No,” I replied. “Told ya,” he said, suggesting we wait until 6:30 pm for the tide change. It was already 3:30, and I needed to leave by 5:45. As I hung up, minutes later, I felt a hit?"a fish! My first striper of the season, albeit later than usual. Work kept me from Martha’s Vineyard, and my bookings weren’t until May.
There was hope for more catches, but two hours passed without any. Meanwhile, on the south shore, gulls were frantically working a cove?"a bittersweet sight, signaling fish were nearby but not with us. My instincts nudged me to depart; a gut feeling that we wouldn’t catch more. This inner voice has led to great fishing days and swiftly ended disappointing ones.
Was the effort worth it for one fish? As someone who often casts 16-inch eels at 2 am for bass, I was exhausted. My friend, enduring a tough second year of fly fishing, hadn't caught anything that day. Yet, despite his challenges, I saw not discouragement, but a wind-beaten smile on his face. “Want to keep fishing or head out?” he asked. I had to leave?"a two-and-a-half-hour drive awaited, and a business meeting remained.
Fishing isn't always about the catch or time on the water. It’s the journey?"escaping for a bit, whether for an hour or an all-day adventure. Listen to your passion. It’s always worth it.
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