OPINION
A good indicator for a slow fishing trip is when you look forward to hooking a tree branch. The water’s been so still for so long, that a tight line is a tight line, regardless of what’s on the other end. I recently took a trip to the legendary Lake Fork for two days of fishing and the bite for “tree pounders” was hot, along with a grand total of two bass— both of which added up to about half a pound.
Unsurprisingly, I got to thinking about failure on the two-hour drive. I’m not sure if Lake Fork has changed or I’ve gotten worse at fishing, but this is the third straight trip to where I would’ve been better off fishing a farm pond with a hay fork. So, why do I keep coming back? I’d love to say it’s because I love being in nature and spending time with friends—which is true—but any angler will tell you that they’re in it to catch fish. Period.
