Hanging close to home lately has me thinking of funny things that us fishermen and women believe in.
The banishment of bananas,
The "lucky fly"
and to the topic of today's post, the first cast fish.
Nothing scares me more than hooking up on the first cast of the day. It's like instant success causes all your senses to scream, "Oh shit" and think that nothing's going to go right for the rest of the day.
Last year I had two instances steelhead fishing where I took beginners, lined them up the bank and started to go over an intro of the techniques we were going to use that day.
Lobbing out a cast, I was mid presentation of the idea of a drag free drift when the thingamabobber dove down. Mentally, I was a little sheepish about setting the hook. These were brand new steelheaders and catching a fish on the first cast (pictured above) is NOT the thing you want to showcase.
First, it doesnt happen
Second, it's technically bad luck.
The rookies mouths were agape when I set the hook and the steelhead went ballistic.
Even more oddly, that fish was the first in the greatest day I have ever had fishing for steel. 8 were swung to the bank and the rookies all hooked up. The myth of first cast fish had cracks in its armor
Weeks later found us on the banks of the Grande Ronde teaching my buddy Brian the inter workings of nymphing for steel. The exact same situation happened.
First cast, bobber down, fish on......shit again!
I took the rod and thrust it into Brian's hands. Despite his protests, he landed the fish.
And...4 more that day
Back down to the point, even with these two examples offered up, that I still think of a first cast fish as a bad omen. Blame it on my roots as a pitcher as to why I am like this. When throwing in the bullpen before a game, if I was laser on point....uh oh. That's what it feels like to catch fish on the first cast. It's like I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
So am I crazy? Probably.
I'd love to hear other stories of first cast fish, and your opinions on the subject.