Despite taking up angling only a decade or so ago, my wife consistently seems to outfish more experienced anglers, including but not limited to yours truly. When we go to El Salto, she consistently catches fish as big or bigger than those caught by anyone else in our group. When we went to Escanaba a few summers ago, she landed the two biggest smallmouths of anyone in our group of six that week, a group that included two Elite Series pros, one of them a past Classic winner.
Until I was forced to do so, I never really considered the issue of women in fishing. I guess I bought into the whole “the fish don’t know who is on the other end of the line” mumbo jumbo. Then my wife Hanna was tasked with setting up an all-female trip to fish for bass in Mexico. At first glance, that didn’t seem problematic. She’s been down there nine or ten times, and it’s where she really fell in love with bass fishing. Our friend Amber goes quite often, too, with the same feelings.