I fish with guys who catch these fish so I have seen how the other half lives, there are no secret patterns, no secret spots, no secret techniques. It is like the pitcher with the 95 mph fastball. Here it comes, hit it if you can.
I know where the fish are, I know what I should be doing, I have the flies in my box but alas I only hook one randomly, I suspect it is out of pity more than anything. Papa fish just wants to get me the hell out of the pool so he dispatches one of his teenaged off spring to put me out of my misery. To the Papa fish, hey, I am okay with that, thanks.
To all of us who struggle, not to worry we are the vast majority but to the those select few that get it done, I salute you.