|Will B and Tbone|
Muddy Waters has always been one of my favorite blues artists, especially when Little Walter was blowin’ harp with him…but does mojo really exist? More importantly, if you got mojo how do you keep it? This has been a subject of many recent conversations between my fly fishing buddies.
Some people seem to have mojo, while others seem to bring mojo to their buddies. One of my long time fishing buddies from Texas has always seemed to catch lots more quality fish when I fish with him. I remember one day on the Laguna Madre in Texas…I just released a nice speckled trout of about six pounds only to turn around and see John bust a 33-inch snook. Then there was the time we were bass fishing on a well known Texas lake…he caught just a dozen that day (all on topwater) the smallest weighed in at five pounds and the biggest just over eight! I caught two dinks.
What about my buddy Cope? Recently on a trip to Colorado he was skunked while his fishing partner that day was tearing ‘em up. Cope asked his buddy to come watch his technique and check his rig. Cope was throwing the same flies, rigged the same way and was getting plenty of drag free drifts but no fish. His buddy walked over to figure out what he was doing wrong and, WHAM! Cope caught a trout. He caught another while his buddy watched and as soon as he walked away? Not even a nibble.
That seems like mojo to me…and mine was working over the Labor Day weekend. It started out with some good training rides for my upcoming inaugural mountain bike race. After those rides, I think I might be able to complete this dang race. It ended with me wailing on a few tunes with good friends, Will B and Tommy G at a local venue.
|Concentrating Cope...nothing wrong with his technique|
In between there was a day long trip on my home water, the Eno River…and yes my mojo was workin’ there too. Cope joined me on this trip. I think he is good mojo for me. Sure, I’ve been skunked on a trip while fishing with Cope, but there was no mojo strong enough to overcome ridiculously poor fishing conditions.
|Cope is a Roanoke-in|
I think I used up his mojo…I caught several healthy rod bending bass. I even had one dive under a rock and wouldn’t come out until I reached down and grabbed him…leader in tact; now that’s mojo! I caught lots of sunfish…three different species, and a nice Roanoke Bass in addition to the hungry largemouths. Cope had some nice Roanokes too and plenty of sunfish, but busted off one bass and had another unbutton itself from his fly; that’s mojo that just ain’t workin’.
|A nice Roanoke Bass on a stealth bomber|
Of course I should have known my mojo was workin’ that day…while Cope caught the first fish of the day, I caught the largest on about my third or fourth cast; a hefty Eno largemouth, and while I’ve seen bigger in the river…I’ve only seen one larger than this that was also chewing on one of my flies. Oh and don’t let me forget to once again explain that these are river bass…they are strong, jump high and fight hard…and to think this river is literally right in my back yard.
Now before I end this story, I want to apologize to Cope. The Eno is a small river and we fished side by side frequently…I fished river right, while he fished river left. There was more than one occasion when my five weight sent a stealth bomber on a fly by…his ear! I also think I may have fished ahead of him a little too much (even though I did tell him to fish faster) which may explain why my mojo was out workin’ his.
|This is in my backyard!|
But like any good fishing buddy, I didn’t feel bad about catching more or bigger fish…instead I invited Cope and his lovely bride to dinner and a cold beer.
So after fishing, I grilled up some awesome chicken and then we all headed to a local venue for another beer and some good music with Will B and Tommy G. Will B was playing one of his famous “one man band” shows and allowed me to get up and wail on some tunes…and wail I did, because after all…I had my mojo workin’!
|I got my mojo workin' and it's workin on you!|