Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 15:03:23 GMT -5
I was very reluctant to enter my first fishing tourney for reasons that are probably stupid. I turned down several offers and at the last minute decided I would go with one of my fishing buddies. However, he already had a partner so I would have to go it alone. I had fished Thursday and knew where a consistent supply of 33"+ fish were hanging out. However I had to go home on Thursday night to work on Friday. I then arrived back at the lake at 8 pm on Friday night and caught a boatload of great bait and saw many shooting stars. I thought to myself, "This is fun!"
After catching bait and navigating log fields from Hardy to Campers, I finally retired at 12:30 am. Campers was so very quiet...all the little bait fisherman tucked away sound to sleep. The only sound you could hear was their rule pumps keeping their shad alive and frisky. I thought to myself, "I should put poison in all of their tanks!"
I then awoke at 3 am to change the water in my bait tank and retie my leaders. Well...this is when the trouble began... My front light went out and I sat around and messed with it too long and was late to arrive at my spot. I also didn't get a chance to retie my leaders, so of course, I had a fish on that immediately broke me off. Another fisherman (Travis of course) yelled, "Hey... you must have had one them there muskies bite through your line!"
And then.. before I know it, I am fishing my "quiet and less traveled" spot with 11 other boats! UHGGGGHHHH!!! After 3 back to back to back swings and MISSES...I quickly watched the morning leaving me behind with 0 fish!
Well...Unfortunately, that was it for me in my magical fishing spot. I then found a place that was away from the crowd and was marking a ton of unwilling fish as a front started to roll in. I did manage one though. And I quickly learned that pulling a spread on a windy day through leaves and timber and trying to measure a fish by yourself can cause troubles. So...after almost killing my fish I had a mess to deal with. This mess really put me over the edge of caring anymore. I was tired and beat and I knew that I was being a pussy by not charging forward! So I just quit early.
I learned a great deal about myself on that day. Namely, I have limits. I also learned that I am not as adaptive as I think I am and that I need a partner. My original strategy would probably have worked had there not been all these other boats with the same strategy. My problem was not adjusting to the other boats properly.
I always tell my students that failure is the best thing that can happen if you like to learn......
If only I had poisoned their tanks......
After catching bait and navigating log fields from Hardy to Campers, I finally retired at 12:30 am. Campers was so very quiet...all the little bait fisherman tucked away sound to sleep. The only sound you could hear was their rule pumps keeping their shad alive and frisky. I thought to myself, "I should put poison in all of their tanks!"
I then awoke at 3 am to change the water in my bait tank and retie my leaders. Well...this is when the trouble began... My front light went out and I sat around and messed with it too long and was late to arrive at my spot. I also didn't get a chance to retie my leaders, so of course, I had a fish on that immediately broke me off. Another fisherman (Travis of course) yelled, "Hey... you must have had one them there muskies bite through your line!"
And then.. before I know it, I am fishing my "quiet and less traveled" spot with 11 other boats! UHGGGGHHHH!!! After 3 back to back to back swings and MISSES...I quickly watched the morning leaving me behind with 0 fish!
Well...Unfortunately, that was it for me in my magical fishing spot. I then found a place that was away from the crowd and was marking a ton of unwilling fish as a front started to roll in. I did manage one though. And I quickly learned that pulling a spread on a windy day through leaves and timber and trying to measure a fish by yourself can cause troubles. So...after almost killing my fish I had a mess to deal with. This mess really put me over the edge of caring anymore. I was tired and beat and I knew that I was being a pussy by not charging forward! So I just quit early.
I learned a great deal about myself on that day. Namely, I have limits. I also learned that I am not as adaptive as I think I am and that I need a partner. My original strategy would probably have worked had there not been all these other boats with the same strategy. My problem was not adjusting to the other boats properly.
I always tell my students that failure is the best thing that can happen if you like to learn......
If only I had poisoned their tanks......
