
You’re not going to catch a fish here.
I said it out loud. There were dozens of people on the beach behind me, but the sound of the waves on the rocks drowned out my voice.
You’ve only got a little time to fish, so why aren’t you going where you know there’s fish?
Again, I asked myself the question out loud. I didn’t answer audibly (that would be crazy), but I did reel in and walk out towards where I should have gone from the start. It was a longer walk. The rocks were bigger and sharper, and the waves were breaking higher. But it was where two currents were coming together to form a bait-trapping pocket. I was right. And I’m glad I listened to me. Because I caught fish.
We all have a finite time in which we fish. Existentially speaking, that’s a very sobering truth. More practically, we’ve got work and family and daylight to factor in. While you technically have a chance to catch a fish in any water, we all know that some is far superior to others. Certain spots are fishier. Cover, structure, etc. Thus, given these proven variables and limited time… why mess around?









