I got a gifted couple of hours today to hit the local reservoir. I was in search of carp and quickly found them. Sadly, again, I found them under mats of plant matter, totally unfishable (at least to my meager carping skillz). So, I started looking for some bass.
Now, I know bonefish are bass are worlds apart. Still, when the wind picked up I used it as a little time at the practice range. I worked on the timing of my haul, the tightness of my loops, the accuracy of the cast… some were better than others, but it was good to get some stick time.
A bonus… there are fish at the practice range.
Not a bonefish.
I was thinking about Sandy Moret and his comments about people not putting in the time work on their casting. I probably need to actually work with an instructor a bit, something I haven’t done for about a decade. I’m hoping my next trip doesn’t have any forehead smacking casts.
