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fly fishing hawaii:
the next two days.
to albert einstein the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and
over again and expecting different results.
so of course after the brutal weather on tuesday, we decided to hit it again
on wednesday... bad idea. as rough as it
was on tuesday it was even worse on wednesday.
the winds bumped up a few notches to a constant eighteen to twenty knots
with higher (many higher) gusts. the
winds were out of the northwest instead of the southwest as they were the
previous day. the addition of the the
cold north wind air just added to the “fun” factor. it was the worst conditions i’ve been out in in a
long time, but i have always been the
advocate of fishing the tough conditions when no one else wants to. i was not about to be the neighsayer and back
down from the fight, though in retrospect i probably should have.
an understatement. the winds were
ridiculous. you could barely make a cast
up wind and when the wind gusted it was difficult to even stand still. i hunkered down with my back to the wind
using my wading staff to help support me.
i could get a decent roll cast and switch cast off with my sage 691-4 method
rod though it wasn’t very pretty and did not feel very good. it was more positioning the line for the wind
to carry it out than actually casting.
it would fish, though, and had to do. the
hard part would be getting the fly down and keeping it from swinging wildly and
unnaturally in the chop and current. i
used the heaviest fly the little six weight line could turn over. to compensate for the current i casted short
of my intended targets and threw in some stack mends after every cast to allow
the fly to sink as it slowly approached the target area where i thought the
fish might be. it worked… well sort of. i did manage to hook four bones doing this in
these ungodly conditions, but i had a difficult time landing them. the high winds and rough water surface made
it tough to stay in contact with the fly.
add to that the constant slack i had to keep putting in the fly line
just to keep the fly down in the zone and it was quite tricky business. i lost two fish because of a poor hook set. the hook just popped out as i fought them illustrating the importance of keeping contact with your fly and getting a good hook set.
got the jump on me. the most critical
part of fighting bonefish, to me, is the seconds right after it bites and
before it gets going on its infamous bolt for freedom. once the fish gets up to speed there is little
you can do but hang on. at least out
here, that is where a lot of fish (and fly lines) are lost. anyway that fish bolted before i could take
control of the situation by slowing his run from the start and directing the
fish to run the way i wanted. that one
parted company with me soon after on some coral. fortunately, the fish gods took pity on me
and let me land one small bone (the day and blog saver) for which i am
grateful. one out of four is a pretty
low percentage but under the circumstances... i’ll take it.
the fish gods took pity on me.
despite letting me have a fish, the fish
gods got the last laugh. i woke up the next day (thursday) sick as a
dog. it may not have been directly
because of the beat down the cold winds laid on me the day before but that probably
didn’t help. i had told matt i would take
him to the lake that day for one more fish before he returned to the mainland
for college. i knew he would be
disappointed if i cancelled so i toughed it out. overnight the weather did a complete turn
around from the hurricane conditions the day before (par for the course in the
winter here). winds were light but straight
out of the north which put a little chill in the air cooling everything off a
bit including the peacock bass bite. we
pounded around and found a few willing eaters but it was nothing like the last
time. the fish were there just not
really that active. still, after a relatively
slow start, we both got a number of fish including a few decent peacocks. we even got a couple of doubles during some
short feeding spurts.
had been out for a few hours i hooked one more peacock and decided i was done. a little while later matt hooked one and
proclaimed it his last peacock of the winter and we headed in. always good to end on a fish. since then the weather has stabilized a
bit. it looked pretty nice out there the
past couple of days. there is another
front coming some time this week so we’re not out of the fickle weather
patterns yet. i’ve been laid up in bed,
writing blogs, and trying to get rid of this nasty cold. hopefully i can get better soon so once again
i can... see you on the water.
a couple of lake bleugs (bluegill).
this one was matt's first fish caught while he was controlling the boat with the trolling motor. one day he will have to do that full time.
you know, i think i like being the back of the boat guy.
matt with a nice peacock.
releasing another good one.
the powerful spotted tail of the peacock bass is what makes them fun.
winter can be crazy around here. sometimes you just gotta play the hand you're dealt, take what the gods give, try not to get sick, and just enjoy the good times.