Big Misses

The process of getting a fish to hand is the culmination of a hundred factors, some resting on you and others out of your control. This is what drives most men mad in life…and fishing.

I lost several brutes this week. Lazy hook-set here, an inexplicable pop there.  Hard to say whether it was me or them. What I do know is that they aren’t fighting sluggish and reserved anymore, the way they often do in winter. It’s a full on assault.

I did haul in no less than 50 yards of mono-filament line from someone chucking spoons.  Shameful to leave that much synthetic material in the river.  Whenever possible, recover your line and dispose of it properly.  Please.

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