The Love of Flyfishing

My friend David Tripp an avid flyfisherman.: The Love of Flyfishing

“If you’ve got short, stubby fingers and wear reading glasses, any relaxation you would normally derive from flyfishing is completely eliminated when you try to tie on a fly.”

Jack Ohman – Fear of Flyishing 1988

I can relate to what Jack Ohman is saying. I wear reading glasses, and have short stubby fingers riddled with arthritis. Bending over and picking up the fly, that I thought I had passed the line through the eyelet on the fly only to find I wasn’t even close, however is good exercise.

Another favorite of mine is when you have spent 20 minutes tieing the line onto the fly, and you tighten the knot down snug. Now you grab your clippers and snip off the extra line on the tag and you also snip the line to the fly! Arghh! Time to sit down, calm your mind and start all over again.

Now one of my favorites. It’s 100 degrees and you have sweat rolling into your eyes and you are attempting to tie on a fly. You work diligently tieing on your fly and with one setback after another, to your amazement you have finally accomplished your mission. You walk to the water and begin to make your cast. In your excitement of finally succeeding, you failed to survey your surroundings to make sure you could make your cast without any interference. Whoop, whoop, BAMB!!! Your fly manages to wrap itself around a limb. To free it you are going to have to break the line and lose your favorite fly (Note: When you lose a fly it is always your favorite). I have seen this happen several times, to the point I have thought about just showing up with a step ladder and for a fee, retrieve their fly. Then I could buy more flies . Awww, the joys of flyfishing and I didn’t even touch on the subject of tieing a tippet to the leader.

Thanks for stopping by and remember to be kind to one another and spread the love.

17 thoughts on “The Love of Flyfishing

  1. Hey, Double Acres, I enjoy your stories. This one reminded me of my aversion to fly fishing.

    To me, when I was younger, fly fishing was like that pretty girl who was just out of reach for a guy like me. Then, when I finally got the the nerve and asked her out, the date was exorbitant and I wasn’t able to settle into the flow. Uncomfortable best describes my date with fly fishing.

    Give me a spinning rod and reel. I can practically tie on a hook or lure in the dark….using only my neuropathic toes.

    Hyperbole aside, those who have mastered fly fishing are truly artists. But spin fishing, live bait fishermen aren’t necessarily country bumpkins. There is an art to catching and fishing with live bait, too.

    Night crawlers are just night crawlers when you purchase them from the fridge in the sporting goods section at Walmart, but catching them becomes an adventure when you go after them in the dark armed only with a flashlight after watering your lawn. It seems counter intuitive that you could get lost in your own backyard after concentrating so hard on the edge of the flashlight beam in an attempt to snatch the stretched crawler before he senses the light and contracts back into his hole. And then there’s that almost humiliating action you have to perform to get him out of that hole that’s reminiscent of the time your mother barged into your room bringing neatly folded laundry …unexpectedly. Perhaps being reminded of such a humiliating experience is why more men don’t catch their own night crawlers.

    The agility, stealth, and deft touch it takes to catch a crawdad is a cross between the skills of a snake charmer and a magician. An experienced crawdad catcher can reach into a bucket of crawdads and lift out a handful at a time without getting pinched. Let somebody off the street try that and see what happens.

    And that goes double for hellgrammites. Hellgrammites live mostly in the riffles under flat rocks that have just enough space for an aquatic insect to squeeze in. I’m talking the space the thickness of a few pieces of notebook paper. The ability to lift the rock just enough to slide in your fingers and swiftly feel your way across its underneath surface and catch the 3” long cut off shoestring feeling creature with short jaws that can pinch harder than the meanest, badass crawdad ever, takes not only skill but nerve.

    Who can throw a cast net to shape as not to catch on snags or protruding rocks when catching minnows in a creek? And who carries both a cast net the proper size as not to gill the small ones and a seine to catch the minnows that dart under an undercut or branch. And who has the aerators and filters to keep the bait lively?

    Don’t get me started on catching spring lizards (salamanders). They are illegal to use as bait in many states now. We’re not only talking about feel and extra ordinary hand eye coordination. Throw in brute strength and the stamina to climb the grade of the steep mountain cricks and brawn to roll over rocks that approach the size of small boulders.

    Fly fishing is an art. Its difficult to master no doubt. But those who delve into live bait, spin fishing can be artists, too – still an art just a different medium.

    By the way, spinfishermen once they get comfortable in their own skin, can attract pretty girls, too. It helps if you’re also a turkey hunter.

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    • I love your reply. The only one I gave up on was throwing a cast net. I have done it but it is NOT pretty! If anything, pretty ugly when I throw one. I have caught lots of fish on a bait caster, spinning rig and yes even a cane pole. Let’s not forget the ZEBCOS! LOL! I really think a lot of people are, intimidated by fly fishing, I was at first. I have got good with the others but I just love a good fight on a fly rod. One we didn’t mention was using liver. Now that can drive a man to drinking. I prefer hot dogs and shrimp. Of all of them fly fishing is my favorite.

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      • Mitchel 300’s and Zebco’s. Everybody had one.

        Ever try fishing in a shoal with chicken liver for channel cats letting the liver drift and bounce along the bottom as if you were fishing for trout?

        I own a couple of fly rods and occasionally take one in the canoe when on a float trip but mostly it just sits there in the way like 3/4’s of the other tackle I feel compelled to take along.


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