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01-22-2005, 12:05 AM
I guess, I was a sight today. I could of felt out of place, but I was on the local river and there was a faint whiff of skunk in the air.
My designer Dave Scadden wading boots, that were suppose to last a lifetime (or 3000 miles) had the felt bottoms barely hanging on so I had to take the cheap canvas Hodgemans that have over 3000 miles and the felt secure as ever. I forgot how confortable they were until I slipped them over the no name brand of neoprenes that I took, just incase it was cold.
Maybe, I should invest in some type of expensive fly fishing jacket, but when I left this morning the old red goosedown vest that my father-in-law gave me, just looked warm. I know it's not official fly fisher gear but then neither was my hat, sweat shirt, underwear or glasses.
I was using a Sage rod and a System II reel wound with Cortland 444 line, but I'll admit the leader was some off brand and I stuck a little orange Corkie indicator on it, a couple of small spit shot and finished it off with a size 10 Skunk Tail Caddis nymph tied on a Mustad hook.
I went upstream and the two classier outfitted gentlemen went downstream. They sure looked nice, just like those dudes on the cover of the L.L. Bean and Orvis catalogs. If the river bank was a model's runway, these guys were definitely the models, right down to the fancy nets hanging off their backs.
Yes, I'm a little jealous. I'm so outclassed streamside. Maybe that is why I fish alone most of the time.
Anyway, they were polite. They asked me how it was going and I said, I was just getting started but was hoping for a good day. I told them I was waiting for my guide to show up. They asked me what flies the guide recommended I pick up and I told them Prince Nymphs and Bead Head Pheasant Tails. I didn't tell them about my choice, the Skunk Tail Caddis nymph.
As they walked away, I thought maybe I should have told them about the Skunk Tail fly. . .as I mentioned, there was a faint whiff of skunk in the air. I hope they didn't think it was coming off me!
My designer Dave Scadden wading boots, that were suppose to last a lifetime (or 3000 miles) had the felt bottoms barely hanging on so I had to take the cheap canvas Hodgemans that have over 3000 miles and the felt secure as ever. I forgot how confortable they were until I slipped them over the no name brand of neoprenes that I took, just incase it was cold.
Maybe, I should invest in some type of expensive fly fishing jacket, but when I left this morning the old red goosedown vest that my father-in-law gave me, just looked warm. I know it's not official fly fisher gear but then neither was my hat, sweat shirt, underwear or glasses.
I was using a Sage rod and a System II reel wound with Cortland 444 line, but I'll admit the leader was some off brand and I stuck a little orange Corkie indicator on it, a couple of small spit shot and finished it off with a size 10 Skunk Tail Caddis nymph tied on a Mustad hook.
I went upstream and the two classier outfitted gentlemen went downstream. They sure looked nice, just like those dudes on the cover of the L.L. Bean and Orvis catalogs. If the river bank was a model's runway, these guys were definitely the models, right down to the fancy nets hanging off their backs.
Yes, I'm a little jealous. I'm so outclassed streamside. Maybe that is why I fish alone most of the time.
Anyway, they were polite. They asked me how it was going and I said, I was just getting started but was hoping for a good day. I told them I was waiting for my guide to show up. They asked me what flies the guide recommended I pick up and I told them Prince Nymphs and Bead Head Pheasant Tails. I didn't tell them about my choice, the Skunk Tail Caddis nymph.
As they walked away, I thought maybe I should have told them about the Skunk Tail fly. . .as I mentioned, there was a faint whiff of skunk in the air. I hope they didn't think it was coming off me!