Buck fever. That’s what they call it when a hunter freezes or does something stupid during the perfect moment to attack their prey.
I prefer to call it temporary retardation and it’s a talent that I consistently excel at.
Perhaps this is why I fish such large rivers in my home province of BC, Canada. Wide runs and Spey rods, boulders and seams….. the simplicity of silent prayers that a steelhead is somewhere lurking in the current.
See, without visually spotting the fish in advance there is truly no buck fever, only buck surprise; and it’s a whole lot easier on the ego when one screws up after the fish has been hooked.
Sight fishing in the saltwater is something that is still quite new to me and I’ll be honest in admitting that it doesn’t take an overly observant guide to note this…