I know Rebecca’s email was partly in good fun, but I got to thinking about what’s happened to my trout fishing since I discovered bonefishing.
I have to say, I do it less now and if I had to choose between walking a stream and wading a flat, I would likely pick the flat 99 times out of 100 times. I guess I need to explain that I LOVE walking my streams. My home waters are dear, dear places to me. Sacred, even. It is an odd thing to acknowledge that they’ve slid down the pecking order and that places like Alaska or Montana are now further down on my desired destinations than Abaco and Andros.
I don’t know how to fit it all in. I want to get on the flats every opportunity I can and yet I know that I really can’t do it that often and that I have many, many more opportunities to fish places like the McCloud, the Metolius or the Madison than I do Belize or Los Roques or Christmas Island.
At the same time I see my trout fishing slump, I know that my bonefishing has probably made me as good an angler as I have ever been. My casting is much, much better. I can understand stalking fish now. I understand gear better and know many more knots.
I am more well rounded, but my days on water are down to the 20’s now. My high was the one season I guided when I was on the water (either fishing or guiding) for a total of about 200 days that year.
This weekend I’ll actually be back up on my home water (with Matt, who I met on the Cuba trip). I’ll be on the McCloud and maybe the Upper Sac or the Pit or Hat Creek. I’ll enjoy it. I’ll love it even. Still… it isn’t the flats.
Have you had this experience with your own fishing? I think I’m probably not alone.