IF you ask most anglers they will tell you luck plays a vital role in the success or failure of a fishing trip.
It's an interesting philosophy to buy into and one that's probably used to mask the shortfalls in anglers' competence levels. If the planets align you end up with a bag full of fish. If luck isn't on your side you will have fishless trips - which is probably an easier pill to swallow for most than admitting they don't have the skill set to produce consistent results.
While I'm not suggesting an element of luck can't be at play during a session, which I'll elaborate on in a moment, there is an element of ethereal presence within fishos. I've seen it firsthand. Fishos standing side by side casting into the same patch of water using the same bait on the same gear – but only one is catching fish. If I only witnessed this once I would consider it a fluke but over the years it's happened too often to be ignored.
I'm not sure if anglers resonate vibes that attract fish but some fishos simply catch more fish than others, even on a level playing field. I guess some of you would know what I'm talking about when you get outfished by your children or by your partner, when logic would suggest otherwise.
Our fortunes on the water do not solely revolve around catching fish. I was fishing my local river recently trying to figure out how to catch jewies on plastics at night. Being the middle of winter I was rugged up and braving the elements when I catastrophically dropped my new G-Loomis and Shimano Sustain in the water. It's the first time I've ever lost a rig and to be honest, I was far calmer about it than I expected. I rationalised the loss to myself and got back to fishing – always with this uncomfortable feeling of loss in the back of my mind.
Three hours later and half a mile from where I lost my rig I snagged something that felt like dead weight. In pitch dark it was difficult to tell what I jagged when it came to the surface. Take a guess everyone – what do you think I caught??
You, like everyone else I've told this story to, probably came to the same conclusion. But here's the funny part: it wasn't my rod and reel. I'd managed to drag up a Shimano Stella SW with a shmick Shimano rod in near pristine condition. Yep, I lost a $500 rig only to find a $1000 rig a few hours later! Now that's what I call catching an upgrade. It's hard to not feel the big man upstairs was slightly sympathetic with my loss overboard.
That was the only capture that night albeit an impressive one. We ended up fishless. In fact we didn't even get a touch. So while I concede luck has its place when fishing as demonstrated by my fluke capture of a top shelf rig, it wasn't luck that prevented us from catching any fish, it was a poor plan hatched on the spur of the moment at the wrong time of year. No amount of luck was ever going to change the result.
Do you agree? Does luck have a part to play in our success or failure? Perhaps you don't care but have caught something unusual like I did....let us know about it!