No matter how good you think you are, or how long you have been doing it, there remains one immutable truth about fishing: Fish move, and sometimes you can’t find them. That was precisely my mindset while I was guiding for walleyes last spring. After driving around on plane and graphing for fish for nearly an hour, the glaring looks from my impatient clients turned to vocal disdain. They wanted to get their lines in the water—pronto. An hour more and many miles later, a few little yellow dots finally appeared on the sonar. When I saved the waypoint on my fishfinder, the criticism grew even harsher.