[report]Just as you start feeling like you are getting a handle on spey casting, it comes apart. The anchor tears loose, almost always from moving too fast. I've been watching some tapes, starting to figure out how to analyze it myself.
Stop and take a break. Have a sip with Ryan. Tie on something a little styl-ie.
Get back to it. Feed a little line. Lift, sweep, let the anchor set, and fire it off. Nice. That's what I'm after. Don't get in a hurry. Feel the rhythm of it. Take a step. Lift, sweep, set, then fire. Peace.
A half dozen casts into the run, the water is just clear enough to see a shelf on the far side, a shadow really. Relax, take it slow, launch slow and smooth. The fly drops about six inches onto the shelf and starts to swing. Six or eight feet into the swing it's out of site, and must be about to drop over the edge of the shelf. There's a heavy swirl, the line comes tight, and the water explodes. A bright missile cartwheels out of the water, tears to the middle of the river and comes out again. Then again, end over end.
And is gone.
My ass was kicked before I was in the game.
That's what I love about steelhead.
It's lime the battles between sperm whales and giant squid half a mile below the surface of the ocean. Only it happens in the palm I your hand.- thndr
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."