Big Swede, fish are weird creatures. Picture this. My Dad and I were sitting in a 14 foot alumiminum, I am at the front, him at the back, so let's say we were no more then 12 feet apart, and at anchor. I was catching perch and pike like there was no tomorrow. Him, well lets just say he practiced his swearing a lot between fish number one and his last fish of the night (number two). I have no explanation for this.
But sitting on your butt wishing for a big skie won't get er done. So keep beating the water and enjoy the outdoors, it does the mind and body good. Even a blind dog will eventually find a bone.....