Yesterday I felt the world pressing in on me from all angles and the intense feeling of claustrophobia became so severe that the only thing I could think to do as an antidote was head immediately to the nearest fishery. No? Not buying an overly dramatic excuse? Ok fine. I just wanted to go Fly Fishing, so I did. Honestly, that’s how the drill normally works, want and do — but I thought maybe if I used some creative allowances it would make for a good first sentence hook.
Anyway, I went fly fishing. Same drill, different day. I’m not sure what everyone else uses for a ‘routine’ when they approach a river that they know fairly well, but being the creature of habit that I am, I typically put on the last fly I was successful with at the Fishcruiser and from there I make changes once I’m on the water. I suppose a better fisherman would run down to the river first, turn over some rocks, skim the top of the water and watch for specific hatches before they tie on their first fly. I’m just not that sort of fisherman-er-gal. I guess I’m more the must get on water immediately sort of angler.
Yesterday I knew I wanted to do a Hopper with a dropper. Hopper, easy, dropper…so MANY to choose from. I went with a sentimental value choice and tied on a tiny Mr. Zebra midge that ColoradoAngler had sent me in the mail a few weeks ago. I can’t remember how many I started with since I didn’t pay attention out the gate. But what I realized rather quickly is that I had a limited supply.
Within 3 casts my Hopper slipped beneath the surface of the water, not taken, but yanked under by a dropper take. Judging by the zing on my reel and the bend in my rod, I had a big old pig on. Within 20 seconds my 6x tippet snapped and I quickly plucked a matching Zebra from my Fly box and tied it on. It didn’t take long and once again I was ZING and BEND and SNAP. Repeat, rinse and shine. Fish Fiesta! I managed to bring in a few smaller browns without another snap off and the realization that I had picked the magic fly for the day spread a smile on my face from ear to ear.
The way I see it, some days you discover the magic fly that no fish can resist and some days you don’t. Yesterday was like walking up to a hay wired slot machine and as long as I had another dollar to put in, it paid off every time. The problem arose when I dove into my Fly Box once again to get another pay day of magic and realized I had two left.
Instantly my eyebrows tensed up and I analyzed the situation. I decided strategic maneuvers were in order and although I hated to tweak any manner of the magic, I decided a 5x tippet might help preserve the mojo of the afternoon.
It helped and I managed to bring in more decent to big fish. At one point a kindly gentleman came down the river bank to watch me bring in Mr. Brown (pictured above) and offered to take a few pictures of me. Cha-Ching ~ Visual proof since I had already given up on the prospect of taking pictures since, well, I truly suck at it. (see example of the knarly jawed brown)
Thank you Kindly Gentleman.
The problem with any sort of decent magic is that eventually it ends. My magic ended the moment I lost the last Zebra on a fish that barely fit into my net and when I tried to lift it out of the water the fish did an impressive back-flip back out: subsequently breaking my line.
Since this is a PG website, I’ll just say the sounds of Mother Farfegnugen (or something like that) made an impressive echo down the canyon walls. If there had been a way to send a S.O.S. signal to ColoradoAngler, I would have and ordered another round of his Magic, pronto. Sadly, that wasn’t possible, so I tied on the closest thing I could find in my fly box to a Zebra and learned quickly that my fun was over with a capitol O ~
At least for several hours I was spot on, which in my world of Fly Fishing happens occasionally, but not nearly as often as I’d like. I hate losing flies, but if it’s going to happen, I’d rather my ship sink like it did yesterday than say…from tree branches and willow bushes.
Wishing you all a magic Fly kind of weekend…
(Ron! We need to talk Magic Flies!)