But the grass is always greener they say. I dream of doing exactly what your showed us and wish you would bump this thread more often Ben. I don't have enough time, money, intel, and the ankles to do it myself it seems. And I am well aware that those are just weak excuses that I will someday wish I overcame so that I could see and fish a place that awesome.
I laughed at the ropes joke too.Randall Dee wrote:So you just hiked to that one lake then?
Nice job getting in and out of that spot too Ben! Up and down that scree would be a big workout by itself but it looks like you also did some more thousands on the trail. Great stuff all around.
we were basking in goodness here with our everyday drivel that we enjoy.... the rest of this is horseshit, flybug.pa.
"This place is so fucked up. Where else could you find a thread with a Debbie Gibson song, a chapter from Fyodor Dostoevsky, and a sweet under boob pic like that on the same page?" - Hogleg
"You may not be smart, but your car gets good gas mileage". - Stovetop
when I fall, I am still cold and wet, but much more stylishly dressed. as my hat disappears in the riffle- flybug.pa
"Sugar? No thank you Turkish, I'm sweet enough."
I found 3 good targets. I gave the biggest and best to someone I had just met.
It was a big fish, I'd guess 23 or 24 and fat, male, cruising the slack water and the bank, picking stuff off the top steadily.
I got my guy into position, an easy cast.
"Do you see the fish? I want you to see it."
"Yeah, I see it."
"Go ahead and give it to him. You'll get one shot."
He makes a cast with a floating ant. It's too close to the fish, but the fish doesn't spook. It noses up to the fly and refuses.
"Ooooohhh shit! Damn," I said.
He makes another cast and pounds the fish on the head. Fish doesn't spook but swims off slowly into the dark, as only a big brown will do when you've been made.
Dude keeps casting. Makes a few scatter casts.
"Stop casting. He's gone. Didn't you see that?"
"Yeah, I see him. I saw that."
"No, you didn't. He's gone."
"Why didn't he eat it?"
"You put it too close to him. He looked at it then refused. You cast again and he didn't like it."
"Did I have a nymph on? I didn't see a dry."
"No, you had a dry fly on. An ant. We watched that fish rise for 5 minutes, so I tied on a dry."
"Oh, well you should have told me."
It's a sin to think "I could have caught that fish," but that's all that was in my head for four days.
Then I found myself standing on the same bank, watching the same fish.
It was 1pm under clear blue skies. I was alone.
I made one cast with a hopper and received a hell of a memory.
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