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This month NGTO presents two of the best articles we have ever printed. The first, by our own Kent Edmonds, recently appeared in FLY Tyer magazine. Our second selection comes from none other than Tammy DiGristine, or "Tam" as she is known here, you may have seen her writings before in Coastal Angler Magazine or Virtual Flybox.


The Bead- Rattle Fly - Old Flies, New Tyes

The Bead Rattle Fly

by Kent Edmonds

Wooly Buggers have always been one of my favorite flies. Over the last few years, I've often tied them with bead heads, for the added flash and weight. I've also begun incorporating the new sparkle chenille and bright, synthetic dubbing materials.

While tying sparkle bead-head woolies one, I ran out of large beads. Since I needed the flies for a guided trip the next day, I decided to use two smaller beads on each fly. On a guide trip the next day, the flies worked well, taking bass and bluegill from deeper lies. Our ponds in western Georgia, where I live, are often have a significant algae bloom that restrict underwater visibility and the added flash of the double bead seemed to help.

As I finned around in my float tube watching my clients catch fish, I wondered if the double-bead tie could be made to add another attractant-sound. Although the Woolly Bugger is a great design, I figured that the more things you have going for you, particularly in dark wa er, the better. That night I began working on my first Bead-Rattle Buggers.

The basic idea is simple enough. Leaving a little extra space between the fly's body and the hook eye allows the beads to slide back and forth. As you fish the fly, the beads rattle against the shank, against the wire stop at the front of the body, against each other, and against the hook eye. Executing the idea was a little less simple; we'll get to the tying challenges in a minute.

My new, noisy flies worked very well. That's hardly surprising, because sound is a proven fish attractant (see the addendum on the Fish's Lateral Line and Sense of Hearing at the bottom of this article). Conventional rattles add sound, but they also add bulk to a fly and complexity to the tying. A physicist friend tells me that, thanks to their greater mass, beads produce lower-frequency sounds than do the tiny balls inside glass or metal rattles, and that these low frequencies carry farther in water.

Assorted Bead-Rattle FliesThe Bead-Rattle idea works on many types of flies. By using very small beads, you can add the rattle effect to flies as small as size 14. Depending on the type and size of the fly, and the proportions you want, you generally need to use a 2X- or 3X-long hook. Small beads also work well on shallow-water flies of any size, since they let you add noise without adding a lot of weight. Plastic beads add practically no weight; some even seem to add a little buoyancy. Plastic doesn't make as much noise as metal, but fish can detect very subtle vibrations.

On larger flies, you can combine a sliding bead with dumbbell or bead-chain eyes. A small bead and a pair of bead-chain eyes add very little weight to a big fly, but they still make enough noise to attract fish. According to my unscientific bathtub tests, lead eyes produce less sound, but my field tests indicate they make enough to get a fish's attention.

The possibilities are almost endless. Brass, steel, copper, aluminum, tungsten, glass, and plastic beads come in many sizes. Different combinations of sizes and materials produce different sounds, and beads combined with metal eyes make yet another range of noises. You can experiment with combinations the same way I do: dunk your head in a full bathtub and shake a fly next to your ear. Fish might not care about the difference between, say, a pair of copper beads clicking against each other and a copper bead rattling against a pair of bead-chain eyes, but bathtub tests let you determine such things as how to get the most sound with the least weight. And sometimes fish do seem to find some sounds more appealing than others. Try various combinations in your favorite waters, and listen to what the fish tell you.

Wire Stop Detail DrawingBuilding The Rattle

Making a double-bead rattle seems easy until you try it for the first time. As you wind materials forward on the hook and tie them off, it's hard to avoid crowding the beads and eventually jamming them against each other and the eye of the hook. When that happens, the fly can't rattle.

You can eliminate the problem by fashioning a stop with any of the wires commonly used to make ribs on flies. Slide the beads onto the hook after flattening the barb. If your beads have tapered holes, as many fly-tying beads do, install the second (rear) bead with the small end of the hole facing the bend of the hook. Attach the thread about three and Wooly Bugger Detail Drawinga half bead-diameters behind the eye. Tie in a piece of wire and make three or four tight wraps with it toward the hook eye. Make sure that the beads have plenty of room to slide back and forth, and then wrap the wire back over the first wraps. Crisscross the wire back and forth to build up a stop for the rear bead. Secure the wire, clip the excess, and carefully apply superglue to the stop. All the rest of your tying is done behind the wire stop. As you complete the fly, take care to keep the whip-finish and head cement behind the foremost wraps of wire.

If you have enough patience, you can make the stop with tying thread alone. But wire lets you build up the necessary bulk much more quickly, and a wire stop becomes another hard surface against which a bead can click;

A Bead-Rattle Wooloy BuggerAnother way to maintain space between the beads is to twist a piece of heavier wire, a pipe cleaner, or a twist-tie between the beads to hold them apart as you tie the fly. After finishing the fly, remove whatever you used to separate the beads. Although this method works pretty well, I prefer to use a wire stop because it lets me control the space between the beads and provides one more surface that produces sound.

The Woolly Bugger design lends itself nicely to Bead-Rattle construction, and converting your favorite patterns to Bead-Rattle Buggers is a good way to get started with this type of fly. Naturally, the beads at the front of the hook result in a shorter body. If that matters to you, or if you discover that it matters to the fish, use a larger hook; that is, tie a size 6 fly on a size 4 hook. Or you can use a hook with a longer shank; a 4X-long model instead of your usual 3X-long hook, for instance.

Bead-Rattle Minnows

You can adapt the Clouser Deep Minnow to Bead-Rattle tying. After a suggestion from Lefty Kreh, I began tying Deep Minnows without underwings; that is, I omit the hair usually tied on the same side of the shank as the dumbbell eyes, and dress the hook only on the point side of the shank. It turns out that tying a Deep Minnow that way makes it easy to add a sliding bead behind the metal eyes.Clouser Detail Drawing

Slide the bead onto the hook with the wider end of the hole facing the hook eye. Attach the thread just forward of the hook point, tie on a piece of wire, and build a stop as described earlier. Make sure that you leave enough room to attach the dumbbell eyes and the wing without crowding the bead; it must be able to slide between the wire stop and the dumbbell. Tie off the thread and superglue the stop.

Reattach the thread at the front of the hook. Tie on the dumbbell in front of the bead. Use fewer wraps rather than more; building up a lot of thread bulk around the dumbbell's stem will keep the bead from contacting the metal eyes. A drop of superglue on the wraps will help to secure the dumbbell. After the glue dries, invert the hook and construct the fly's wing, using your favorite combination ~ hair and flash material.

Bead Rattle Clouser TyeBead-Rattle ClouserAltering the fly this way does not change the Deep Minnow's silhouette. To make a white and chartreuse pattern, for example, simply attach sparse clumps of white hair, Krystal Flash, and chartreuse hair on the point side of the hook in front of the dumbbell. Putting all the hair on one side of the hook does let you add the rattle effect, which significantly improves the fly's fish appeal. An extra benefit of this method is that the sliding bead provides extra weight without increasing the fly's width. The big, wide dumbbells often used on Deep Minnows tend to hang up or catch weeds on the retrieve. A Bead-Rattle Minnow 'vith smaller eyes and a sliding bead slides through vegetation. If you want a lighter bucktail for shallow-water fishing, replace the dumbbell with a pair of head-chain eyes. The fly will still ride with its point up.

A friend and I made the first trial of Bead-Rattle Minnows in Robin Lake at Callaway Gardens on a rainy, windy day last winter. More than two inches of cold rain had already fallen by the time we began wading the shallows and throwing sinking-tip lines into the waves. In the first hour, I took a dozen bass on a Bead-Rattle Minnow while my friend went fish-less. I gave him one of the flies, and by the end of the afternoon we had released about 75 bass between us.

Fishing Bead-Rattle Flies

Generally, fishing a Bead-Rattle pattern is much like fishing any streamer or bucktail. To get the most sound out of the fly, use a jerky retrieve with a lot of sharp twitches. I have no idea what fish interpret the sound as, but they certainly like it.bluegill.jpg (26803 bytes)

Although I originally tied Bead-Rattle flies for stained, still waters, these noisy patterns have proved just as successful in clear water. Perhaps the sound provides the final cue that triggers a strike. For whatever reason, Bead-Rattle Buggers and Minnows have caught fish for me in still and moving water, in turbid ponds and clear trout streams. So far, my rattling patterns have taken trout, largemouth, hybrid, striped and shoal bass, bluegills, and even catfish. No doubt they'll work on other species in fresh and salt water. Add some sliding beads to your favorite flies, and you'll add another dimension to their appeal.

Kent Fdmonds is a fly-fishing guide and instructor at Callaway Gardens in Georgia. He also guides on the Flint River, West Point Lake, and other waters in the area. He maintains a website - Flyfishing West Georgia & Beyond - with regular fishing reports on area waters and other info.


The Fish’s Lateral Line and Sense of Hearing

Besides sight, smell, and other senses that most vertebrates possess fish have a lateral-line sensory system by which they detect vibrations and changes in water pressure. The lateral line consists of sensitive nerve endings contained in a row of tiny. specialized organs connected to the environment by pores or canals. We cannot imagine what sort of perception or information this uniquely piscine system provides; the Encyclopedia Bnttanica notes that we might think of the lateral line "as a remote sense of touch." In some species and in some environments, a fish's lateral line is probably at least as important as any of its other senses. A bug falling to the water, a crayfish trying to burrow its way under a stone. a fleeing minnow, an angler kicking a rock-each of these sends a distinctive signal that the fish detects through its lateral line.

Although they do not have external ears as mammals do, fish also have a good sense of hearing. Water transmits sound very well. and sound waves pass through a fish's head to its hearing organs. A fish can hear your distant footsteps on the bank or the faint sound of a crayfish scurrying over rocks. Its lateral line lets it sense a swimming crayfish or minnow, and also tells it the location and distance of the crawdad or baitfish.

Many lures and some flies have been designed to take advantage of a fish's remarkable ability to detect sounds and pressure waves. There's little doubt that some flies work not only because of their appearance, but also (or even primarily) because of the pressure waves they generate. The same may be true of certain retrieves - erratic. stop-and-go retrieves might catch fish not because it makes a fly look like injured bait, but because it makes the fly sound like an ailing baitfish.

Kent Edmonds


This article (in slightly different form) appears in the Spring 2000 issue of FLY Tyer magazine. Subscribe today.


It Ain't About the Fish
by Tammy DiGristine

My first fish was a bluegill caught out of the lake behind my grandmother's house in Cocoa, FL. I remember that fish, but more than that, I remember discovering that there were things beneath the surface. Before that day I thought of water as something that ducks swam upon and little more. I learned that day that there are always things beneath the surface that you do not see. I was four and my rod was a branch, my line a piece of mono with a hook attached to it and my bait was a dough ball made from a stale piece of bread. It was quite a lesson for a young girl of four to learn.

The first fish I caught on a proper rod was in that same lake. The rod was the push button Zebco that my oldest brother had left behind when he left home. It too was a bluegill, and it was caught on a minnow. I learned that day that people leave, but that there are still ways to feel close to them. I thought of my brother as I reeled in that fish.

My first saltwater fish was a giant redfish, as big as I was at 11. I had gone to visit the younger of my two older brothers at his apartment on the Indian River. He had let me use his rod and had put a mullet on it that was bigger than any fish I had ever caught before. I remember how him and the old guys on the dock had laughed at that. I remember how one after another, each of them reeled in fish after fish. I remember wanting to crawl under a rock and die. I remember the fear that filled me when the reel on my rod starting singing and the rod doubled over. I had just watched fully-grown men struggling to get their fish in. I remember the long fight, and wanting to give up but determined to not hear them laugh at me anymore. I learned that day that quitters never win. I learned that when the whole world is laughing at you, the only thing you can do is stand up with your head high and your shoulders back and fight. It was the biggest fish ever caught from that dock. They laughed no more.

I caught my first fish on my own rod in the same river, some 20 miles north of there. It too was a redfish. I caught it on a mullet that I had netted myself and had cast out myself and fought myself. There was nobody around to congratulate me. There was nobody around to praise me. I learned another lesson that day. I learned that when you do things by yourself, on your own, that there is no better feeling in the world.

From baitfishing I graduated to spin fishing with lures and spoons. I learned that there are other ways to do things, and though they may not be the most effective, sometimes they are better, for they do less damage. My first lure caught fish was a seatrout.

My first tarpon was hooked in the Keys. We were anchored on the Atlantic side of the 7 Mile Bridge and had our baits soaking in the waters. When the reel started screaming and the rod bent over this time, there was little I could do. I watched as the tarpon, nearly 6 feet long jumped and fought and thrashed and shook its head in the orange glow of sunset, and saw how beautiful it was as I continually tightened down the drag and tried to stop him. There was no time to pull up anchor and go after him. I learned that day that no matter how hard you try, or how much you do, or how bad you want it, sometimes you still lose. But I did not really lose. The image of that tarpon reflecting the golden hues of sunset off of its silvery sides as it ran from me, stirring up the water and making it shine like liquid gold will forever be with me.

I decided to learn to flyfish. I had nobody to teach me. I had to learn on my own. I nearly gave up. The day that I walked into the flyshop to buy the last leader before giving up completely, I met an old feller who changed my life. He took me under his wing and saved me from giving up. It is a long story, but I learned that day that heroes come in all shapes and sizes. I learned to trust people that I did not know. I learned that sometimes you have to be at rock bottom before you can really see your goals. Sometimes it takes that perspective to really understand them.

The waters of the Indian River and Mosquito Lagoon became my home waters many many years ago when I was still but a child. Somehow they always held the answers. From their waters, I pulled many fish. I learned many lessons about life. I learned how sometimes persistence pays off. I recall finding the baby tarpon in the canals. It took months to figure out how to catch them consistently, and to even cast to them over the sawgrass. I learned to have faith in myself, and to keep a cool head and to figure my own way out of things the day that I found myself stuck in the muck to my chest with a large alligator nearby watching.

With flyrod in hand, I conquered most of Florida. I learned that eventually we all have to leave the security and comfort of home and set out to find our own destinies. I started to travel. I fished many new places, saw many new things. I tried to learn to flyfish for trout, and found how different it was from I was used to and how difficult it was. I saw many states and met many new people and learned many new lessons. I learned while I was away each time that I really missed home and learned to appreciate and love those waters of home even more. I learned that sometimes you really don't know how much you have until it is gone, even if only for a few short days.

I left home for Canada, to spend four months there chasing salmon and steelhead and cutthroats. The salmon taught me many things. I learned about life, about cycles, about home. I learned what struggles they faced to come home to die. I wondered if I would do the same. I missed home. I was not about to run back to it, though. I learned, too, that when next again I saw home, it would be on my own terms, not because I was running back to it. I wanted to walk back to it, with my head high and shoulders back.

The steelhead taught me many things. They taught me that we need to work harder to conserve what resources we have, as the numbers of steelhead returning were depressingly low compared to that which I had read about in the books of Haig-Brown and others. I learned what cold really was. I learned humility. I never did catch a steelhead. I learned that I have the ability to survive away from all that I am used to. I learned how unimportant material things were.

From there I came here, to Costa Rica. Last night as I laid swinging in the hammock in the gentle breeze that is a constant on the mountain where I live here, I laid and looked up at the million stars above, and down at the million lights of the city of San Jose spread out below me. I learned that sometimes we have to travel far to find what it is we are looking for, and that we will never find it if we don't make sacrifices. I have only my clothes and flyfishing equipment here with me along with a camera and a lot of pictures of the places I have been. That is all that I can call mine. I have much stuff stored away still in FL. I do not want for it.

I learned from the people here, who are among the poorest I have seen, yet are the happiest I have ever seen that material goods mean nothing. As I floated down a jungle river last week in an inflatable boat, a crocodile that was as wide as the boat and twice as long came at me. I thought for sure I was a goner. I have thought that before. The difference is that before when I thought it, it saddened me, for there was so much I wanted to change, so much I wanted to do and see. This time, though, was different. This time I was all right with it. I have followed my dreams, I have lived them, and they have all taken me fishing.

Through fishing, I have learned all about life, and love and more. I have learned who I am, what I am capable of and about what a big world this really is. I have learned to trust in myself, in others and I have learned to have pride and faith in myself. I have self-esteem for the first time in my life. I feel good. Tomorrow I will head out on another jungle river and I will fish again. I can not wait to see what I learn next.

Tammy DiGristine

Give a kid the key to life. Take a kid fishing.


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