It’s 1 am. Pitch black. And you can’t see a damn thing.
It’s hard not to turn on your headlight, but if you do its game over. It really is amazing how well you can cast when you cant see. You lay down what feels like the perfect cast and start to twitch the hell out of the tip of you rod.
All you have for reference is the sound of the fly skating across the water. Just when you think the drift is over an explosion at the end of your line. And nothing. He missed… Or maybe you botched it. You strip in the slack and as the fly reaches your feet he’s back. And hes hungry. It’s a mix between a toilet flushing and a cinder block being thrown in the water and it’s scary.
The fight is on. Before it’s even over you want more.
Go ahead and forget sleeping. Just knowing you could be out throwing junk like that makes it even harder to fall asleep at night.
Flies the size of your hand and 20 lbs test Maxima. Its like a grind-house version of fly fishing. It’s too easy to get addicted too. Dark circles under your eyes, bugs bites everywhere, bruises from falling, and now leeches. You have to pay to play.
Bringing one fish to hand is a good night. But when the one fish looks like that… It’s okay.
The next time we look like we are dragging in the morning you can guess why.
For the second time in nearly as many weeks I had the opportunity to take an aspiring fly angler out on the water. Jordon and Mandy were the stars of Rock Creek, see Up A Creek Without A Paddle. Yesterday it was my little brother’s turn. After losing a good fish on the first hole Christian got it right on the second and landed his first trout ever, a brown no less. That was only the beginning, he ended up having quite the day.
Christian’s First Trout Ever
It Only Got Better
That’s No Bull
He Even Let Me Catch One
I can’t remember the last time Christian and I went fishing together, so it was pretty special to look up and see him working the water. Hope you all enjoy viewing these photos as much as I enjoyed taking them.
As most of you already know by now, FCFT and YGF have a little bond going these days. We take a picture or two, Ivan is the master of the GoPro. Here is a look at his latest and greatest. Enjoy
Personally I am still getting used to the whole Leprechaun idea… big man trapped in a little persons body I guess.
Jordon flies in from the frozen tundra of North Dakota today so hopefully we can get a little diversity in the photo lineup. She says wants to catch a big one so I have my work cut out for me, uff-da!