They again call me the Fishin’ Magician – because it seems I can sure make them disappear.
For several years friends teased me about my abilities to just show up and stop a hot bite. Some teased I deserved an award from an animal rights group. Others joked that when I showed up the great blue herons all headed to another lake.
For awhile it looked like the curse was over. I had some great crappie fishing last winter and spring. Some local bass trips were memorable. I was mean to the northern pike on a fly-fishing trip to Canada.
But two recent trips to El Dorado Lake with two of the areas top anglers and we totalled four fish on what was thought to be a “can’t-miss” pattern.
You can read more about it on Sunday’s outdoors page. Who knows, maybe I wasn’t the problem? Maybe it’s just been an unusually tough year at the lake.