We spend a lot of time posting fly-fishing success stories, the ones that end with a fish in the net and smiles all around. But those aren’t necessarily the best kinds of fishing tales, as I learned one day during my time as a guide in the Bristol Bay region of Alaska.
Two septuagenarian judges were the best pair of friends that I ever had the pleasure of fishing with. Bill and Hal been pals for almost 50 years, and they joked, reminisced, and bickered lightheartedly all through a slow, cool morning on the Copper River. In the afternoon, the trout in one long run started feeding on stonefly nymphs, and Bill was catching huge rainbows one after the other, while Hal—fishing exactly the same fly and indicator rig—couldn’t buy a fish. As you might imagine, Bill was enjoying himself, although it was hard to tell what was giving him more pleasure, the gorgeous trout he was landing or his buddy’s frustration.
But by the end of the day, Bill was desperate for Hal to catch a fish, and Hal was resigned to the fact that the angling gods had chosen to forsake him. Both were in stitches as they tried everything they could think of to give Hal an advantage—switching casting positions, trading rods, even trading hats and vests—but nothing could change their respective luck. We even lay their two terminal rigs side-by-side on the bank to ensure that everything was exactly the same. I was dumbfounded by how the day had turned out, and I had no explanation for why only one of them had been catching fish.
Here’s the best part: When we got back to the lodge, there was neither boasting nor complaining about who caught trout and who didn’t; instead their “fish story” focused on this shared experience of bizarre and unexplainable luck. The story they took away from the day wasn’t about a particular trout or the number of trout Hal landed, but it was instead about their shared experience on the water.
What are your best fishing stories that aren’t about fish?
7 thoughts on “You Don’t Need a Big Fish to Make a Great Fishing Story”
Great story Phil. Me and my fishing buddy are like that.
Nothing like fishing with friends, particularly old friends. I think you got Hal and Bill mixed up between the second and third paragraphs but the message still comes through.
Phil your photo caption leaves me really wanting to hear about the story of fishing with your brother you tell all the time , please share!
My recollection of that day with Phil and his brothers is they all caught enough trout to lose count the day of this photo. Lots of wild cutthroat in a wild place in WY. The way it should be.
I NEVER treat fishing as a competition to win or lose. I consider it a joint expedition us vs the fish. At the end of any trip I never know who caught the most or biggest fish. This leads to a more harmonious trip and a much more satisfying story to tell.
Two years ago my good friend Stan and myself were fishing
For Atlantic salmon on the Gander River
I had been casting for what seemed to be hours without
Having a salmon even roll over my fly
Our guide suggested changing flies and when he retrieved
The end of my line blurted out” you have no fly on your line,
How long have you been fishing like this
“Since Tuesday” l answered
The guide (Oscar) fell down laughing so hard that he needed
Our help to stand
The fishing wasn’t great that day but a good laugh was shared
Terry and I have been fishing buddies for over 15 years and its always a pleasure to get out on the water with him. No matter what the weather is like , the number of fish we do or don’t catch or where we end up, we always seem to have a good time. Even my wife will sometimes tell me I need to give Terry a call and go fishing.