Anticipation & Insomnia

Anticipation & Insomnia

Andy Dear | Sunday, 6 October 2019

There are very few things in life that still hold the power to keep me awake at night. Fly fishing for record size Redfish with a fly rod is one of those things.

   The Texas heat has finally started to relent, and the stiff summer wind is finally softening it's grip as well. Tomorrow, Jackson and I once again will be headed south to chase Redfish on the Laguna Madre....hopefully BIG Redfish. I can't count how many times over the years I have made this same trip to the same place, yet every time I go, it always feels like the first. Its a strange sense of newness coupled with equal amounts of angling de javu.

  One of my favorite things about fishing is the anticipation of what the upcoming adventure may hold. To be honest, it's been that way since I was a little kid.  In my younger years, I would often spend several days pre-trip, organizing (and re-organizing) tackle boxes, replacing the line on reels, looking back through notes to see what places and techniques have produced in seasons past....and this last week has been no different. Of course multiple phone calls with Captain Freddy Lynch about recent battles with 40" tailers doesnt help bludgeon my anticipation into submission in the least either.

  In order to help quell the excitement, the last several evenings Jack and I have been tying some new patterns for this weekend's trip. The wife is not happy about the amount of time that is being taken up by our current tying rampage. Nor is she pleased about the amount of refuse that is being left strewn around the house. The night before last there were multiple scraps of marabou, craft fur and dubbing being blown about the living room by the ceiling fan. Fortunately for me, after 18 years of marital bliss, she understands that this is part of that "for better or for worse" clause in the marriage vows. And, regardless of what chores she has for both Jack and I on the honey-do list, Emily also knows that once the Autumn Equinox passes, that tying biminis and sharpening hooks will take precedence over dirty dishes and yard work on most weekends. I dont have the heart to tell Emily that Tiemco hooks really dont require any sharpening, as that would NOT get me out of doing dishes. 

  I doubt that I'll get much sleep tonight. I've always been a very restless sleeper, but pre-trip nights like this are really bad for me. I've had people recommend all kinds of remedies. Tryptophan, Melatonin, Benadryl, Meditation etc....nothing however touches my pre-fishing trip restlessness, except the act of fishing itself. 

 That feeling of "can't wait" anticipation for a fishing trip has been the one constant in my angling life for most of the 40+ years I've been fishing on this earth. If that ever goes away, I guess I'll take up bowling. I am sure Emily will be happy about that, as there are will be no more dead animal parts being blown around the house.

Hope you all have a great week,