Friday, June 28, 2013
Spring into Summer
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Floating on the S. Holston
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Big Browns Dine at Dusk!
The other week all of these conditions fell into place and I headed off to the rive with the intentions of going after the big boys at dusk. I've been tying up some of Kelly Gallop's famous patterns such as the articulated Peanut Envy. Full of marabou and flash these flies are fish magnets. The sun was setting at I waded way on down the river to a remote and fairly inaccessible run, swung the fly through the head a few times, across and down and then, almost as an afterthought, one more cast up to side of the head into a little eddy. As soon as the fly hit the water it was grabbed hard and the fight was on. 12 lb mono made for fairly quick work, but as I brought the fish in close to hand I realized that my trout net was way too small to capture this fish, so I tailed it to take some quick photos. Check out http://www.brfff.com/forum for the full story and more photos.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
So Ho Saturday
Back to the SoHo.
I was out the door at 5 and made good time on the 150 mile trip stopping only for coffee and gas.
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The river was shrouded in early morning fog and you couldn't see 100 yards.
Second cast and I'm into a big brown, I can see it in the eddy. I must be at least 20 inches long. I don't know if I was unprepared or still had cobwebs, but I don't think I got a good hook set on this one and it didn't stay on the line for long. Many smaller fish came to the net and it was turning out to be a good day even if it was spitting rain. The temperature was cool and I don't think it got out of the low 60's in the morning. I didn't pack a rain jacket, my son had borrowed it for Camp Raven (Rainin') Knob and he hadn't finished unpacking.
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The rain began to come down harder and I was getting soaked, but the fish were still biting and it wasn't that cold. I was working my favorite run and I hooked into a whale, I set the hook as hard as I dared with 6x and watched in utter amazing as a huge rainbow blasted into sub orbit leaping clear over the raging current. I got an excellent broadside view of the entire fish, with its vibrant red stripe highlighting its length not 15 feet across from where I stood in the shallows. I would have to say that this fish would measure 30 inches. There I said it! Thirty inches and I stand by it. I've looked a a yard stick at home and am confident in my estimate. The only other way I can describe this fish is to say that it was well over 2 feet long! Unfortunately that's the end of this story. The fish unbuttoned as it turned downstream and the hooked pulled free. I cursed. I cursed the fish, I cursed the rain, but I kept on fishing. A short time later I had a big brown on the line, I fought it up and down the current and I was confident that I would soon have it in my net. It ran back across to my side of the river towards the sunken tree. I was sure that I held the fish above it. But it had different ideas and submerged under the trunk and broke off.
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At this point the rain really started to bother me, I surly would have kept on fishing if I had a rain jacket. I was almost shivering, the rain was running down my back, my vest was thoroughly soaked and I called it quits.
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I headed for Webb's and stopped in for the Sunday buffet lunch, an enormous spread of potato and macaroni salads, coleslaw, corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, meat loaf, backed chicken, roast pork, and much much more, not to mention blackberry cobbler, banana pudding, and several cakes too.
It was still raining after 'lunch' so I headed over to the Wal-mart and picked up a cheap rain jacket and then went to fish the Watauga for the afternoon as the generation on the SoHo would soon drive everybody off the river.
I worked a run hard and only caught 4 or 5 smaller rainbows, guess I wasn't use to fishing the Watauga, I moved on down to Sycamore Shoals and gave that a try. I was surprised to see that they were growing tobacco as part of the historical museum. I wonder how politically correct that will be in a few years.
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Caught a few browns and rainbows at the Shoals and then I started thinking about having a homebrew. There wasn't a good place nearby to sit and relax, so I hauled down the road to the Beaverdam hoping that there would be a hatch and I could cast to rising fish.
The river was up and stained from the rain. I couldn't find fish in the runs and pocket water and the wading was tough. I realized that I had left my wading staff in the trunk. I needed it to negotiate the slippery rocks. I finally hooked a little bow right up against the rocky bank. Then I took a nice fall, both knees hit the rocks as I tried to protect the bamboo by allowing my forearms to break my fall. Sharp pain radiating from both knees kept my from getting up and the water just flowed down my shirt.
I finally picked myself up and sat down on the bank and ended the day drinking a "Watauga Wit" homebrew.
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Starting out a new blog in 2008
I’m not sure why Fly Fishing catalogs come on in January, is it the start of the year? Or perhaps their target is winter bound fishermen. I get the usual ones, LL Bean, Orvis, Hook & Hackle, Madison River, Kauffman’s and The Fly Shop. This year the Fly Shop catalog spoke to me. Not only was it filled with all the latest gear and gadgets, but also contained trip planning information to exotic destinations as well as guiding on the local Northern California streams.
I started spending money as quick as I could turn the pages and I thought of how confusing and expensive this sport must appear to the neophyte. With Z-axis, BIIX and Zero Gravity rod, it’s as the fly fishing industry has somehow defied the laws of nature. Reel like the Able Super Series with abstract fish graphics anodized onto the reel. And the trips! My god, forget about Alaska, we’re talking Kamchatka, New Zeeland and Argentina! Four, five, six and seven thousand dollar trips! Trips of a lifetime or a lifetime of trips. Zingers, nets, nippers, waders, vests and boots, hats, sunglasses, rods and reels, fly line, leader and tippet, not to mention fly boxes and flies. The fly shop catalog has 23 pages of flies!!!
So far in one afternoon I’ve spent over $35, 000. Of course I didn’t really even spend a dime, because I have acquired all the stuff I need over the years and don’t feel the need to upgrade to the latest graphite technology. Maybe that’s a nice way of saying I’m becoming an old fart, who fishes with antique bamboo rods and a vest that is falling apart at the seams and a pair of waders that are so old that when I sent them back for new booties, they tried to talk me out of spending the money of them because “there come a time in a product’s life where in ends!”, yeah, and I said well it ain’t now, just put the new booties on them and I’ll wear them for another 10 years.







































