leadoverdistance
08-06-07, 08:29 PM
I went down to the river today, after having a hellacious evening of watching fish rise all around me, Zen master caster............. I could choose between midges, caddis, tiny trico mayflys, or was it that little tiny stonefly? Which one are they eating, and which version, nymph, emerger, adult? Look at all those bugs! I really need three more fly boxes...I tied them on with thinner and thinner tippet, finer, smaller, you can do it! It isn't that dark! Twelve combos later (conservatively) , no fish, not one. My saving grace was a massive lightning storm that came with nightfall, hounding my frustrated lightning conductor waving soul off the water in a blinding flash and atomic bang. A Great Horned Owl hooted disapprovingly at my depreciating quality of language, and greater and greater disregard for this place in the universe. I even started hating my new Sage TCR. Just before I was almost blitzed by the forefinger of god, I was wondering where I could buy a grenade for these snooty fish. Time to get off the water, but why was that Brown so excited about a stupid no see-um? They must contain a very high grade of Heroin. A Black Tar Trico Mayfly! I need to add that stuff to my dubbing when I tie...... I drove home whimpering and snivelling, trying to stay on the road through tears brought on by the music on the radio station. I think it was a Journey song, you know, with a big guitar solo.. I was wondering what it felt like to catch a nice fish. One bad day is all it will take..... It really is the end of the world. Yes it is also the end of the world....I was now Zen Master of nothing.
This morning, in the pre dawn light, hell was still in full swing with fish cavorting with laughter at my streamside whimperings left over from last night. They sipped, porpoised, boiled, dimpled, and kerplashed their superior table habits around my pitiful offerings. They finally relented after four hours, and decided they wanted the x-caddis that I had already tied on twice. Sheesh!
And suddenly, like a phoenix, I was a Trout Dr , Trout Prof , Isaac Walton, Charles Ritz, and legendary Trout Whimperer... I mean Trout Whisperer.
These fish were sitting in a deep run. You could see them flash as they moved an inch to eat a morsel in the current. Occasionally they would stop my heart by rising to a caddis on the surface. I suffered twelve mini heart attacks and a stroke today! Livestrong, and be glad for every second! They finally ate my x-caddis, then when they stopped rising, they took a number 20 Copper John on the dropper. I am not kidding when I say they roared off the riffle into big water, and showed me my backing. I was stunned. Ever had to worry about clearing your line so it will come off the reel and not snag around and snap your 5x tippet? Stand on your line and kiss your rainbow of happiness goodbye. This was trout fishing! What a charge! They would rip line from you, and park in the current, with a huge bow in your 5 weight! When you thought they were done, you would get another shocking display of big fish aerial athleticism. They were all very pretty fish, bright silver and with perfect fins. Big river goods, proud Canadians! I caught five. They were payed off by the Canadian Tourism board. Here are a few cellphone pics.
This morning, in the pre dawn light, hell was still in full swing with fish cavorting with laughter at my streamside whimperings left over from last night. They sipped, porpoised, boiled, dimpled, and kerplashed their superior table habits around my pitiful offerings. They finally relented after four hours, and decided they wanted the x-caddis that I had already tied on twice. Sheesh!
And suddenly, like a phoenix, I was a Trout Dr , Trout Prof , Isaac Walton, Charles Ritz, and legendary Trout Whimperer... I mean Trout Whisperer.
These fish were sitting in a deep run. You could see them flash as they moved an inch to eat a morsel in the current. Occasionally they would stop my heart by rising to a caddis on the surface. I suffered twelve mini heart attacks and a stroke today! Livestrong, and be glad for every second! They finally ate my x-caddis, then when they stopped rising, they took a number 20 Copper John on the dropper. I am not kidding when I say they roared off the riffle into big water, and showed me my backing. I was stunned. Ever had to worry about clearing your line so it will come off the reel and not snag around and snap your 5x tippet? Stand on your line and kiss your rainbow of happiness goodbye. This was trout fishing! What a charge! They would rip line from you, and park in the current, with a huge bow in your 5 weight! When you thought they were done, you would get another shocking display of big fish aerial athleticism. They were all very pretty fish, bright silver and with perfect fins. Big river goods, proud Canadians! I caught five. They were payed off by the Canadian Tourism board. Here are a few cellphone pics.