In my little corner of this world, anglers are complaining. About what? The dearth of reds. Even the high and mighty guides are grumbling in their growlers. Where have all those beautiful, bronze battlers gone?
There is an old saying in the brotherhood of the angle. It goes like this – ten percent of the anglers catch ninety percent of the fish. Lotsa truth in them words. Believe me. When things get tough, the tough get going, only the smart survive.
Understanding wildlife is no simple task. You have to learn the wind, the moon, and tide. Always ready to look, and listen. Ready to stand in the sun, the stars, and rain. And even then you have to expect the unexpected. Dave knows. Redfish anyone!