Two recent trips I've taken with people with extensive local knowledge illustrate this.
Yesterday, friend Lou and I went with Capt. Mike to Mattawoman Creek off the Potomac, a strikingly beautiful area 20 miles downriver from DC. Capt. Mike is a great guide who seems to know every inch of these fishing grounds, and yet all our efforts produced only one small largemouth bass. That's the way it is sometimes.
A few weeks before, I met another friend, Greg, at 5:30 am in the parking lot of his boat's marina. He pulled his truck next to me, lowered the window and told me that a storm was heading to our location on the Chesapeake. Like Capt. Mike, he knows his area well and times his trips for just the right tide and wind conditions. We waited out the storm at the marina and at his home a few blocks away, but when the storm passed and the sun came out a few hours later all the conditions were wrong. Nevertheless, we tried, and, as we anticipated, we caught nothing. Still, we had a nice time watching the rain and lightning at the marina, putting together a piece of furniture he recently bought for his video system, and then having lunch at his favorite neighborhood pub.
Thanks to Lou for the above picture on Capt. Mike's boat. That's a good angle for me even though there appears to be metal handlebars growing out of my head. (Actually it's part of the front casting platform.)
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