Fishing Makes the Fish
by John Evans
(San Antonio, TX)
I thought I’d share an experience I had on the river awhile back. With high water from September and October rains in Central Texas, it’s been hard to get out lately. Finally I had the opportunity to work one of my favorite stretches of the Blanco River and enjoyed a great morning catching several dozen red ear and red breast sunfish. It felt wonderful to be outside.
With work responsibilities, travel time is limited. The best I can usually do is hit some local creeks and rivers, but that’s okay. Hey, life is good.
Well, as I worked a peacock midge with the special order Nissin Fine Mode Nagare Chris Stewart sent me, I thought back to a conversation I had on a different river more than a year ago. I was as happy as a dead pig in the sunshine, catching panfish and enjoying the water, when a fellow angler sidled up to me.
“Is that all you’re catching?” he asked. “Those little-bitty guys?”
“Yep,” I replied, “that’s what I’m catching.”
He just smiled . . . or was it a self-satisfied smirk? “Well, maybe you can use them for bait.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I finally asked, “Have you ever caught a six-inch bluegill on a one-ounce rod?”
No, he admitted, that would be a new experience. I handed him the Suntech Kurenai. Now he had a new look on his face . . . an instantaneous, longing kind of smile. “Oh,” he said, managing only a single syllable. I saw his wrist flex, as he automatically started to cast the Kurenai.
Hey, if you’ve ever handled a fine Japanese tenkara rod, can you blame him?
You know what I was thinking? Fishing makes the fish . . . fishing with a good rod, in a fine place, on a nice day, with the water massaging your toes. Why explain?
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
"Study to be quiet." - Izaak Walton 1653
"Be sure in casting, that your fly fall first into the water, for if the line fall first, it scares or frightens the fish..." Col. Robert Venables 1662
As age slows my pace, I will become more like the heron.
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.
Beware of the Dogma