Maya mythology has a name for the inky darkness that water takes on at night, Xibalba. Translated, it means the place of fear, the underworld. The Maya would make sacrifices into caves filled with water. Sacrifices not just to the dead, but also the lords of the underworld. They would make these sacrifices, sometimes human, with the theoretical thought that the barrier between water and air, or light and dark was the magical entrance to another world. Water at night has a different feel, different unknown factors. A fear of what lies beneath the water is in every person to some degree. Night multiplies the fear. Your eyes play tricks on you suggesting an alligator, or even Nessie (sans apple pie), are casting shadows beneath the water. Waiting for you to get too close.
Casting a fly rod into the darkness is a humbling experience gauged by feel rather than sight. You don’t realize how much your cast is based upon vision until your line pierces into the veil of darkness. It requires a certain mastery of your rig, or at the very least, luck. Once the line hits the water, instantly your eyes widen to accept incoming light, trying to see some sign of where your fly is. The stars that reflect off of the water are your only guide. A short strip and water pushed away from your indicator glistens with reflected starlight. There it is, waiting for nocturnal leviathans stalking prey in the shallows, for the denizens of Xilbalba to give it a tug.
A quick evening session before eating and calling it a day, that was the plan. The water was on the extreme side of murky and the fishing was slow. No fish to hand after about an hour, but the cool rain moved in and changed that. Offering a few fish before the sun finally made it’s way behind the steep canyon. As night began to set in, we headed back to the car and with unspoken words, Xilbalba called us. “Stop. Fish here for just a moment in the fading light. The car is right there. Cast.”
Passing motorists thinking, “What fools.” And fools we were. Hopped up on caffeine and fishing.
It was an all night buffet. A fish on every few casts.
We doubled up on fish more than a handful of times.
Before we knew it, the clock rolled over to 1am. Both of us starving, in need of a break. Time to go home… Relish in one of the greatest, once in a lifetime fishing day nights. Keep remembering it, don’t fall asleep while driving to dream about it.
July 6th, 2011 at 1:55 pm
Ha! I like that, “All night buffet.” You guys look it too.
July 6th, 2011 at 2:00 pm
Are you trying to say I could use a few extra pounds? Because, I could… If you mean that we look tired, I assure you it was just the flash. Really.
July 6th, 2011 at 1:58 pm
“Xilbalba called us”….nice! And sweet doubles!
July 6th, 2011 at 2:03 pm
They were plentiful! The lack of a second net forced us to get 2-for-1. You’ve got to love that vibe that night gives water. There is just something more about it.
July 6th, 2011 at 2:04 pm
Totally! Because it’s already got the feeling of doing something sneaky….and, you’re getting rewarded for it! 😉
July 6th, 2011 at 2:39 pm
I think I was doing something sneaky… The lake was quite busy during the day and cleared out at nightfall. Maybe I’ll hide in the bushes until it gets dark next time, for full effect.
July 6th, 2011 at 2:41 pm
Next time, I most certainly think you should go for full effect!
July 7th, 2011 at 6:58 am
That is very cool. Great fish to boot. Scary thinking of my poor day-time casting in the dark. Nicely done…
Ben
July 7th, 2011 at 9:31 am
Thanks Ben! It’s one of those places that you don’t know if you will come up with a 10″ or 20″ fish. The casting was mostly luck (so was the catching).
July 8th, 2011 at 10:47 am
I don’t know if it’s normal to be on the edge of your seat reading a post about fishing…really enjoyed this one. The best kind of fools…great fish…better story!
July 8th, 2011 at 12:43 pm
Thanks Sanders! It is a great compliment coming from you.