Fly Fishing Original Stories
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Below are snippets from each piece.
FISHING with JOE
Lush stream side foliage glittered and undulated as a light breeze massaged the meadow grasses beyond. The distant rumblings forebode a weather change as small critters navigated blades of grass with renewed urgency. Red-winged blackbirds patrolled cattail tenements running off intruders, of which I was one. A lone turkey vulture rode lofty air streams with a keen eye for things fur-bearing and lifeless.
My fishing scorecard, the" Landed/Hooked" ratio for the day, was easily calculated. I learned what zero divided by zero was in fourth grade. Fishing was as lifeless as a nearby road kill. A dead raccoon was belly-up, still grinning from a late night encounter with a truck tire. The only apparent insect activity was a robust deer fly hatch that sustained itself for the balance of the day. This day the resident smallmouth bass ignored Flies both real and artificially contrived. Yet I strode confidently up stream, glad to be alive. Read On........
STEELHEADING for DUMMIES
How To Use This Primer:
The information presented is intended to simplify this all too mystifying sport. Indeed, the very word “steelhead” conjures images of spectacular leaps, screaming reels, and torqued fly rods. The basic premise is this: If you are actually interested in beginning or continuing in a sport where the potential for success is nil, you at least deserve to know something about the fish, equipment, and destinations.
In this way you can at least talk a good game, since talking is all most people do anymore about steelhead. Armed with the information below, you can boldly complain with even the most seasoned critics. Yes, you can lambaste the sorry state of affairs and point fingers hither and yon. And you can confidently join the ranks of the disgruntled now plying empty waterways, drift fishing for yesteryear. Read On............
Megalops Atlantica . . . At last!
A Tarpon Odyssey by Brad Miller
The fish rolled lazily. A large head emerged and disappeared followed by the caudal and tail fin. Its eye showed a vacant timeless stare. I counted six or seven knowing the school probably held twice that number beneath the slate-blue surface. They appeared dark while submerged, but as they rose and broke water, they took on an iridescent gold and green hue.
The cruising school interrupted their stalwart journey north and broke into a circular pattern. In this way, tarpon follow each other, head to tail, for five to ten minutes in a supposed pre-spawn behavior known as a “daisy chain”. This formation is what makes the strong of heart quiver at the knees. Read On........