The day carries on as my gringo skin starts to fry extra crisp in the tropical sun but then it happens suddenly. Moving Opaque cloud, momentary lapse in gale, miraculous cast, misguided bone. Reel singing bliss. Surely a moment never forgotten. After bringing the locomotive in, my eyes glaze over with wonder as to how such a pint sized bully could pack so much energy, I release him to try for his brother. Nothing really happens the rest of the day except for the fact that I get lucky 5 or 6 more times and he is confident at this point that the fishing gods have blessed this ignorant gringo enough to possibly get him not to be devastated. Indeed this was the case.
Getting to the point where I let the pressure go and absorb the beauty and opportunity, often results in confidence, that results in success. Ill have to keep this in mind the next time I have a mocha skinned man ask me if I normally fish for trout.