Having become, after serveral years of pain, sweat and frustration,
something of a "veteran" flats angler, I've turned
to the serious study of elements that effect fishing productivity
or lack thereof. This study was undertaken in self defense.
It's very difficult to tell fishing friends that you've been
skunked 4 days running while hearing reports of huge reds, gator
trout and whale sized snook all flinging themselves on hooks
not far away and, even worse, on the same day you were on the
water. The raised eyebrows, smirks and elbow nudging coupled
with a head shake and: "Well, Stubb, you know, wasn't your
day." Thats pretty weak, friends, and it has left me about
speechless more than once.
Then I discovered the moon. I mean, I knew it was up there
and all and that it caused weird behavior in some folks, caused
dogs and coyotes to howl, women to get moody, and made bomber
pilots nervous in several wars. After reading up on the subject
I thought: "Now, this is handy and easy. Full moon; fish
eat all night, I fish during the day. Result? I'm skunked."
And this worked very well for a while. "I can't choose
my days to go fishing, so, even though its a big bright Harvest
Moon I've gotta go. Doubt I catch a thing but you never know."
Every one agreed. "Man, full moon? Thats tough." Satisfied
nods, foregone conclusions and once in a while I'd discover
some fish that actually slept through a full moon night and
would frantically hook himself by way of redemption. The only
problem, really, with Moon Theory is that there are only so
many of those days during a month. There's gaps between moons
and those caused some embarassment.
Later, a lady yakfisherperson of my acquaintance emailed after
reading a tale of being skunked during the Dark of the Moon.
That's when I learned about Wind Theory & Related Applications.
She wrote:
"Dear Stubb... down here in the 10,000 Islands I've learned
that a southeast wind is best, to a point. A southwest wind
is terrible for fishing except sometimes during the first few
days of a SW blow. But after that, the bays turn to mud and
the fish shut down....."
Well, now. Here was a wealth of information. I got to thinking
about it seriously and realized, even though I'm in east central
Florida, that I couldn't recall catching a fish with a howling
southwest wind. More importantly, I was sure there were days
when a wind from any direction was a killer. My mental logs
got kind of foggy on the subject until one fishless morning
my friend and fellow yakfisher, MudFoot, asked me if I'd ever
done well in a southwest wind, with one shoe untied, and a bandaid
on my casting thumb. Without thinking, I yelped out "Yeah!
..er, maybe!" Dam the man, he caught me unaware. The correct
answer was: "Not never!" I added a refined version
of Wind Theory to my book bag and began researching a bit deeper
for other ideas.
I found the best Theory in a dark beer joint near Mims, Florida
on a recent Full Moon Afternoon. Two bleery eyed boys were sitting
near me and while one salted his Bud Ice he mumbled to his partner:
"It's the damn tide!"
His friend looked surprised and said "Billy you know ain't
nuff tide n' the Lagoon to matter!"
"That's right and that's the problem."
That was a bolt of lightning in my brain. I wandered back to
the saloon's parking lot, theories churning in my head, and
got in the wrong pickup. After apologizing to the guy sleeping
in the passenger seat I hurried over to my truck and wrote all
that out. The possibilities were staggering particularly when
I lined up Theory of Tideless Lagoons with Full Moon and Wind
Theory. I was so busy in that saloon's lot the owner got suspicious
and called a deputy. I showed him the results of the previous
hour and he got interested, called up his chief and soon the
lot looked like a crime scene. All the sheriff's boys were fishermen,
too, so this was vital Theory. They swore me in as an Honorary
Deputy and gave me a badge. It's used but looks good.
For my purposes I've covered the basics of The Theory of Fishing.
So far, it has worked to my advantage.