05-22-2009, 02:55 PM
okay, I think I have told this story here before but you asked for it.
A mallard hooked its self one time when it swam between me and my dry fly on the South Platte one time. The the thing freaked out when it realized it was caught. Flapping wings, splashing water nad shreaks. What a racket. I kept going up and down stream with it trying to figure out how to extracate us both. It finely broke loss and flew of. I kept thinking the game warden was going to come give me a ticket for something just any second.
okay, I think I have told this story here before but you asked for it.
One time while floating down the Gunnison River on a warm partly cloudly day in the summer I had been throwing a sofa pillow with a copper John next to the bank. But I had not gotten any attention in a while. So I lazily mentioned to my guide maybe I should change my fly. He did not say anything. A moment later a swallow dive bombs the river and grabs my sofa pillow off the water and flies away with it. When the bird is about 15 - 20 feet in the air and it senses the weight of the leader and the line it drops the fly. The fly hits the water and drifts maybe 5 feet. A rainbow smacks it hard. As I am fighting the fish the guide says " nah, I think that is the correct fly to have"
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A mallard hooked its self one time when it swam between me and my dry fly on the South Platte one time. The the thing freaked out when it realized it was caught. Flapping wings, splashing water nad shreaks. What a racket. I kept going up and down stream with it trying to figure out how to extracate us both. It finely broke loss and flew of. I kept thinking the game warden was going to come give me a ticket for something just any second.
okay, I think I have told this story here before but you asked for it.
One time while floating down the Gunnison River on a warm partly cloudly day in the summer I had been throwing a sofa pillow with a copper John next to the bank. But I had not gotten any attention in a while. So I lazily mentioned to my guide maybe I should change my fly. He did not say anything. A moment later a swallow dive bombs the river and grabs my sofa pillow off the water and flies away with it. When the bird is about 15 - 20 feet in the air and it senses the weight of the leader and the line it drops the fly. The fly hits the water and drifts maybe 5 feet. A rainbow smacks it hard. As I am fighting the fish the guide says " nah, I think that is the correct fly to have"
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