Sunday, July 22, 2012

Then Came The Rain

I was pretty excited about my first visit to the fabled Rush River. The forecast called for 20% chance of scattered thunderstorms. Easy, it might rain some. Woke up at my campsite on the river at the Ellsworth Rod & Gun Club and tried a lower section of the river. It started raining almost as soon as I got into the river. I persevered  for over 2 hours in this, tripping on underwater boulders hidden in the Yoohoo colored water and making casts into likely holds with both dry and wet flies. No good. I returned to my car to change shirts and get on something that was actually waterproof.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Gentle Art Of Fly Fishing

I have to apologize, there's some course language in this video below. And I should also apologize to Brown Beard, my fishing partner featured in this video... but it just makes me laugh hard every time.

Sure we fly fishermen like to espouse the beauty and tranquil "art" of fly fishing. But like anything else worth pursuing, sometimes it makes you angry.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

The Float Tube

Fly rod not included
I've been interested in the idea of a float tube for some time now but needed the nudging of a friend who had one to finally take the plunge (into the tube). And for less than $200 with fins, it wasn't too bad of a risk. You can spend much more, but I decided on the Caddis...something. It's not the Caddis Navigator IV or Nevada Gold, but just Caddis, for $90. The Caddis fins at $48 seemed a bit over priced to me for what they are: fin shaped hard plastic with nylon straps that you need to tie on yourself. The fins fit over your wading boots unlike snorkeling fins, so they are kind of specialized. In hindsight, some research would have been apropos, but I wanted to get in the water tonight, dammit.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

3 Fish

A mysterious place at 4:30 AM
Last weekend's trout agenda was built around a simple set of instructions from a friend. If I arrive at the appointed hour, at a certain hole, with a certain fly, leader size and indicator depth, I would be rewarded trout in the 20" category. I would also need to enlist the help of a friend as cameraman and net holder person.

For the last detail, I enlisted Greg. A tough Norwegian with no waders, but aqua socks.

I put off going after the 20 incher until Sunday morning. Friday night, we got our first campsite in Rockbridge. We did some fishing in the last hour of useful light on Melancthon Creek, up Hwy 80.