How was the fishing, son? Terrible, I didn’t catch anything. Well my boy, now you know why they call it fishing and not catching!
Like many in my family, I love fishing, more specifically flyfishing. I’d say my older brother, Don, is one of the best flyfishermen I have ever had the pleasure of fishing with. He is both a technician of leaders, flies, matching the hatch, various techniques from dry-fly fishing to nymphing to saltwater flyfishing for Dorado and Marlin. He even holds a record for a Dorado on the fly. And his son, Brian, just might be better! I flog around in their wake but enjoy it none the less.
This past week I went to the Maldives in the Indian Ocean on a family holiday and had some time to fish for bonefish and Trevally. It’s hard work throwing a 12wt rod around from shore and equally hard work spotting the speedy Blue Trevally and the more elusive Giant Trevally.
It’s hard work to sight fish from shore instead of using a flats boat with a guide (there is no organised flyfishing guide service on this particular island, and not many in the Maldives in general). So one of the techniques I resorted to was to stimulate the fish by using a surface fly that makes a big wake. The theory is to stimulate small bait fish being chased by predators, thus making the bigger Trevally curious for an easy meal.
Well it worked, almost. On my fist attempt at this technique from shore, the water exploded and my line suddenly screamed off my reel. The big Trevally headed straight out towards the coral reef. In an instant I was into my dacron backing and about as excited as a young school boy after his first kiss. I was ready for the fight, but my gear wasn’t. 30 seconds later the line went slack. You see, I was using my 8wt bonefish reel with 15 pound leader material and the Trevally wrapped the leader around a piece of coral and bingo! Gone.
And that’s why they call it fishing, not catching! Lot’s of attention from smaller Trevally and rockfish, but no more big GTs.
Sure was fun though!
Tight Lines . . .