I had one of those moments of clarity the other day. Fishing bonito on the South Side of the Cape with RT Forum Moderator & Northern New England Fishwire Coordinator Bob Parsons, I realized that much of our luck is simply being in the right place at the right time.
To start the story from the beginning, we'd been cruising around the likely spots in the morning Sunday, Lackey's Cove, Waquoit, etc. without much sign of anything. So we swung into Woods Hole, as the funny fish had been holding in there fairly well, and it would be out of the wind. Not much happening there, so we broke out the Screaming Yellow Zonkers and sandwiches (the Zonkers, a honey colored popcorn have always been considered a good luck charm by my family)
and ate lunch. As I finished my sandwich, a pod of bonito started blitzing right beside the boat. I stood up, and frankly I can't remember if I tossed the fly over the side by hand or if I just placed it on the surface with the tip of the rod, then began striping line off the reel to get ready to cast...but whatever, I was hooked up immediately. Never mind all the "graceful 60' cast", I literally had just tossed the fly on the surface beside the boat, and didn't even strip.
As usual, the fish was then all over the place at high speed, while I tried to clear the line. Luckily I remembered Dean Clark's suggestion from one of his CCA lectures that you tuck the butt of the rod into your elbow and turn the reel with the handle facing down to keep it from fouling as the line streams out.
Unfortunately, I grabbed for the reel handle at just the same moment the fish decided to start another run. My knuckle got smashed and the fish popped free. Oh well, better luck next time.
The point of this little story is this: While we may agonize over the little things in our presentation, fly selection, etc., we ought to remember that there's no exact check list. Sometimes just being there is enough...
Let's discuss the nature of "luck" in this weeks discussion thread (find it here).