We don’t get to control the weather, we deal with it. That fact is a constant in life and often impacts when and where we fish.
Long ago, I resolved to worry less about ideal weather conditions and seize upon the idea of making whatever was happening work for me.
On a recent morning I had the opportunity to get on the water, but it was already sketchy with fog, low clouds and light showers filling the sky.
I went anyway.
I was joined by a good friend who was equally optimistic. We spent the morning hugging leeward shorelines as we hunted for a hungry fish to feed.
Despite finding a few, we were rolling snake eyes.
As we finished a long stretch of shoreline we emerged at a point of land where we could see to the south. It was not pretty. A wall of rain was working toward us across the middle of the lagoon.
No problemo, we knew exactly where to go.
Once we were reasonable sure we had a window of opportunity, we made the final push up to our local joint, JB’s Fish Camp, for a little sustenance and a cold beer.
When we emerged, things had changed.
We spent the next little bit spooking fish and blowing shots. The lull in wind soon evaporated as a northeast wind began to set in.
As we motored back to the ramp, we got a little wet from the light sprinkling that had begun to envelope the area.
As I drove home thoughts filled my head.
Had we let the weather stop us, we would have never explored a new area, seen a juvenile bald eagle or spent a few hours completely ignoring the static of everyday life and the challenges it offers.
The next time you’re waiting for perfect weather to head out, don’t.