See that would drive me nuts missing all those opportunities.....I still remember the the states I used to get myself into after days on Loch Leven where I had risen 30-40 fish and hooked none or just one if I was lucky. I felt totally demoralized and incompetent . A case of one mans meat I guess, I still hate missing chances to this day.
Once I had got over it and stopped kicking my own arse , I would certainly admit it was better than getting no offers at all right enough . For me though, it can quickly reach a point where I cant stop thinking about what I can do to convert them to hook ups rather than accept it and keep on plugging away in the hope that my luck ,or the fishes mood will change . Missing chances isn't something I could say I ever "enjoy".
Mind you it might be different if Id already had a six pounder in the boat..;-)
Once I had got over it and stopped kicking my own arse , I would certainly admit it was better than getting no offers at all right enough . For me though, it can quickly reach a point where I cant stop thinking about what I can do to convert them to hook ups rather than accept it and keep on plugging away in the hope that my luck ,or the fishes mood will change . Missing chances isn't something I could say I ever "enjoy".
Mind you it might be different if Id already had a six pounder in the boat..;-)
That Leven thing drove me up the wall. I wouldn't have thought I was getting sport at the time it was happening, that's for sure. What helped me in the end was getting that 11 ft 3 inch #4-6 stick of liquorice. If only I had got it 5 or 6 years sooner. Doh!
As for the Lomond day, I probably didn't think we were having a good day at the time. Probably was frustrated at the low conversion rate. I am probably looking back on it through rose-tinted specs... you don't remember being frustrated. But you do remember the way the fish were up and playing and being really challenging. And it's easy to anthropomorphise about it and see it as the sea trout saying: "See that big fly that guy is tripping over the water? I'm going to pretend to take it!"
There was just something about that day that sticks in my memory and says we had a day's sport...
That Leven thing drove me up the wall. I wouldn't have thought I was getting sport at the time it was happening, that's for sure. What helped me in the end was getting that 11 ft 3 inch #4-6 stick of liquorice. If only I had got it 5 or 6 years sooner. Doh!
As for the Lomond day, I probably didn't think we were having a good day at the time. Probably was frustrated at the low conversion rate. I am probably looking back on it through rose-tinted specs... you don't remember being frustrated. But you do remember the way the fish were up and playing and being really challenging. And it's easy to anthropomorphise about it and see it as the sea trout saying: "See that big fly that guy is tripping over the water? I'm going to pretend to take it!"
There was just something about that day that sticks in my memory and says we had a day's sport...
Lomond is one of those places though....you feel you are doing well if you can get one or two chances over the course of a days fishing. We have to lower our expectation levels right down, keeps you grounded.......so it does.?
Lomond is one of those places though....you feel you are doing well if you can get one or two chances over the course of a days fishing. We have to lower our expectation levels right down, keeps you grounded.......so it does.?
Aye, that will have played a big part in it as well. I think we had 18 chances to the dap that day, which is 18 more than you sometimes get. And 2 fish is 2 more than you sometimes get. So realisation would have exceeded expectation.
It was Sep 2012, so it is clearly branded into my grey matter. ?
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