chris
08-23-2007, 08:31 PM
I went to a solitary water w/2 other uotfers last week. The water was running down hill and had a bit a color to it. 2 of us fished "the canyon" stretch first with little luck. Hopping fallen logs and scaling steep walls of roots,dirt and rock we made it out of the canyon with plenty of time to fish the meadows hard core.
Uotfer # 2 was casting a beautiful loop to some beautiful cutts as we approached. From there the day started to heat up. Changing from a yellow hopper to one my son picked out the colors for was the ticket. It had some tan, olive, orange, midnight fire, blue wings, etc. I called it the funk.
Well we started playing needy fisherman leap frog just as the air was warming and fish were waking up. Suddenly the banks were alive. One cast by Uotfer #3 along a grassy edge created an image that would go on all day. Stout trout coming out of their lairs on a downhill sprint. Mouths gaping and that mean look in their eye when they are chomping holes in the foam. Aggression is cool!
As we 3 uotfer's competed for space like a tampon we kept hittin good fish. No one fly alike, no one stroke the same yet results for sure. Uotfer #1 was antsy and always skipping certain runs and holes to leave enough for his traveling mates behind him. The taper in age made that the spry uotfer was usually out pacing the middle aged crisis and the stumbling geezer ;0!
Not thinking much about their feelings or anything else for that matter #1 just kept charging. Once 2 & 3 caught up to #1, #1 realized how far they had gone and knew the walk back would be lenghty. #2 had a premonition as we walked the paved country road that someone would stop and take us back to the rig. Man is he right on time! Bow hunter dude, pulls up and asks if we needed a ride to the truck. Whew were we grateful. 1 & 2 were dying to hit the smoke and that walk would have snuffed that for at least 120 more minutes.
The fishing was sure fun. Nothing that was a monster but damn healthy and mean.
Thanks fellers.
Is that better?
Uotfer # 2 was casting a beautiful loop to some beautiful cutts as we approached. From there the day started to heat up. Changing from a yellow hopper to one my son picked out the colors for was the ticket. It had some tan, olive, orange, midnight fire, blue wings, etc. I called it the funk.
Well we started playing needy fisherman leap frog just as the air was warming and fish were waking up. Suddenly the banks were alive. One cast by Uotfer #3 along a grassy edge created an image that would go on all day. Stout trout coming out of their lairs on a downhill sprint. Mouths gaping and that mean look in their eye when they are chomping holes in the foam. Aggression is cool!
As we 3 uotfer's competed for space like a tampon we kept hittin good fish. No one fly alike, no one stroke the same yet results for sure. Uotfer #1 was antsy and always skipping certain runs and holes to leave enough for his traveling mates behind him. The taper in age made that the spry uotfer was usually out pacing the middle aged crisis and the stumbling geezer ;0!
Not thinking much about their feelings or anything else for that matter #1 just kept charging. Once 2 & 3 caught up to #1, #1 realized how far they had gone and knew the walk back would be lenghty. #2 had a premonition as we walked the paved country road that someone would stop and take us back to the rig. Man is he right on time! Bow hunter dude, pulls up and asks if we needed a ride to the truck. Whew were we grateful. 1 & 2 were dying to hit the smoke and that walk would have snuffed that for at least 120 more minutes.
The fishing was sure fun. Nothing that was a monster but damn healthy and mean.
Thanks fellers.
Is that better?