- Sat Nov 20, 2010 4:35 pm
Hell yeah Monkeyman, I think there ought to be a little respect on such an interesting reading. Good read by the way, that really fucks up the brain. Especially for a Dutchman who's just been to the shop. Okay, there are many stockers in this country and some (amster)damned ponds are not even that expensive...
But I’ll try to give you a reply in a fishing kind of perspective….
Maybe the elder men within the Suck don't remember how the fishing was when they were young. They allready know how it all goes and are yet familiar with the way our lives as Flyfisherman go.
It is every change of the season that my heart bleeds. Recently the seasons closed for trout. Not a decision I made, but some authority just decided it. After a certain date/period of time it would not be legal anymore to wave my stick in certain wet areas we'd like to call troutrivers in Europe. It is trout I've been catching all season and I can not imagine there is anything nicer then seeing that brown beauty rise to the fly I present her. So elegantly and beautiful she takes all my focus and attention. I would not want to miss a single day I have the chance to chase her and try to get her into my hands. Some say they would even want to be there to admire her without even catching shit. And sometimes it is true and it is better to be prepared to make the move then to stay at home and be sure you won't hook up.
But as said, the season just closed and as a flyfisherman there is something worse then not being able to catch trout. It would be even harder to sit at home and not fish at all. So it is time to prepare for a new period of time and although the trout is not out of my body yet I can not deny that urge to fish. So I take out the rod and will go to a Dutch canal, in search of some pike. Of course that first time is not comfortable and maybe I'll go home with a skunk. But as soon as I go out the next time and a pike strikes my streamer I know it for sure.
“Fuck troutfishing on those ugly German streams!” Pike is the beast. She takes the streamer like no one else and hits hard. So hard I can feel her strike through the line hand. Going straight to my heart. Makes me loose my breath for a moment when she comes around. My blood starts boiling and the trout I once so admired (merely a week ago) are totally forgotten.
I am still a young flyfisherman, compared to some of the others on the Suck, but I start to realize slowly that three months from now pike season closes. By that time everything will be adjusted to pike fishing. I will be fishing every single hour I have, looking for pike and nothing else fascinates me more then pike at that certain moment. When the season closes, I will have troubles to find my 7x tippets and that’s the way it will go year after year.
It will be time for a next period. Usually that is “going salt”, and although I still would like to be out there for pike I will have to force myself behind my tying bench, preparing clousers and toads. Cause once I am out on the flat I want to be successful on that part to. As I fly to the Caribbean I will be looking over pictures of pike, reading a magazine and still dream about that past pike season. The first day I walk out on the flat feels uncomfortable but you already get the message. As soon as I spot that first tail my world changes rapidly. Pike…. Who the fuck is she.
And so the years will go by and every time you get into something nice it will hurt to leave it behind. But year after year the flyfisher in you grows in experience. At a certain time you will know the way the seasons go. You’ll reckon the changes of the weather and know when to prepare for the last day of the season. You will also learn how to enjoy the upcoming season and it won’t hurt to much to switch. Not the way it used to be those first seasons when every time you had that bummer when a certain season ended.
It’s many years of experience that learned me the best fish will stand in the same spot again next year. Maybe it will even be the same fish, but only even better. She got more experienced too and it will take all your experience and efforts to get her onto your line once again.
I am a catch and release flyfisherman. And when I reach that single moment of perfection, where my chase and search leads me to that trophy fish, there is only one way to know if that fish is really the once in a lifetime trophy that you would like to mark as a keeper. And that is by releasing her and search for an even better one…….. It’s a chance I’ll have to take.
Oh yeah, one small detail. Just to be sure the fish you release will be remembered later, you take a few (or a lot) pictures of it. The fish in her purest beauty, in her environment, maybe just swimming away or totally undressed laying in your net. And those are the pictures most of us would like to see to understand your feelings on her……..
ps... I am convinced one day I will move to those tropics where I won't have to change seasons no more, but to find the exact fish I want to chase all my life.... Aren't most of us still searching?
you on the other hand are a like a shitstain in my underwear... your a little offputing, smell, and piss off the girlfriend... but your not really a full on turd, so i'm not gonna worry about it.. it will come out in the wash.. and you will dissapear like the other little shitstains before you...- Mad_Mike