My goal for 2013 was to fish 100 days or more. This has been more of a chore than I had expected.
At this point, I have only fished 72 days. Of those, nine attempts were cancelled before I left the drive, due to one circumstance or another. Three trips left me arriving too late for the tide, or missing a connection with a partner. Another five brought mechanical problems, which leaves me with 17 negatives -- not including the 28 days that have yet to be accomplished.
So if my limited math skills are correct, at this point I am at a negative 45. Given my original goal of 100 -- forget the "or more," because it isn't going to happen -- which shows 100 minus 45 equals 55. Not an easy task, considering the time. There are only 95 days left in the year. I would need to fish 40 more days to gain a positive.
But then again, the positive would be that I managed to actually fish 100 days, and not that any actual fish were caught. To add this to the equation would be impossible, even for one of my superior knowledge and intellect (compared to a lesser vertebrate, of course).
Being retired opens up a great many options. Among them is the process of occupying time and space. Which seems lost somehow when one develops a formula for not achieving a goal and why it can't be obtained.
So, at the time there is exactly 94 days, 15 hours, 48 minutes and 37 seconds before I need to formulate a plan to get back to the positive. And all things considered, I just don't see it happening. After all, I have yet to test the theory with my wife, who I suspect has a few plans of her own.
A few cool evenings with moderate temperatures marks the beginning of a promising period for anglers. Once again, inshore action took the mark over offshore ventures and returns.
Among the better catches, the trio of Don Preever, Sloan Clarance and Timothy Misdave showed a few of the locals how things should be done. That's about all it takes occasionally to raise the mark and get the locals back on track. The group headed for the grand slam but fell short by a thin margin.
With shell banks and mud rises close to the grass along feeder creeks, the fishing has been awesome. As was said by Sloan, "You barely have to move your bait before you are hooked up." Spottail bass, trout, flounder and tarpon may not be what some consider a grand slam, but you will be hard pressed to convince any of the trio that the effort was not worth it.
October is a month of transition in terms of weather, fishing and angler attitudes. A variety of inshore and offshore gamefish will be caught and stories will be told as we head out of the summer season. Fall fishing has arrived, and with it an array of fishing opportunities. There will be exceptions, but the time will be shared with enthusiasm, optimism and the promise of outstanding meals and worthwhile memories.
I am hoping this will become a regular part of my column. I have been asked to provide a bit of discipline and a tangent of education for those reading the sports section. Hopefully, you never cease to learn something each day.
Today's tidbit: An ocean and a land mile are not equal. A nautical mile measures 6,080 feet. A land mile is 5,280 feet.