Heero[CntRmbrPwd] wrote: ↑Thu Jan 21, 2021 12:32 pm Squirmy worms are the hotness out here. Walk down the Gallatin or Madison and see 3 out of every 4 fishers fishing a double nymph rig with one of the flies a squirmy worm and the other a frenchie or similar if euro nymphing or a rubber leg or similar if bobber nymphing.Madison relates: One time me, Bear, and fuckin Travis were getting back to our car parked along a well-known Montana crick, in bad need of some shade and a drink, when a guy in a Jeep slammed on his brakes to blow Cherry Middleton smoke in our faces and tell us that we ought to have been over on the Madison snap jigging the buckets. So we stood there, in bad need of some shade and a drink, getting Cherry Middleton smoke blown in our faces, being told that we ought to have been over on the Madison snap jigging the buckets because that day on the crick he'd only caught two 14 inch fish and one 15 inch fish. Over on the Madison, he said, blowing Cherry Middleton smoke in Bear's face, if you snap jigged the buckets it wasn't uncommon to have a day with at LEAST five fish over 15 inches, two over 17, and probably one over 19. Then he blew Cherry Middleton smoke in fuckin Travis's face and said that was because the Madison had 2,000 more fish per mile than the crick, and many more buckets. A lot of people know the Madison has 2,000 more fish per mile than the crick and many more buckets, but many of those people don't know that the key to landing at LEAST five fish over 15 inches, two over 17, and probably one over 19 on the Madison was snap jigging the buckets, he said, blowing Cherry Middleton smoke in my face. It was a revelation for me, the fact that someone could smoke an entire Cherry Middleton without stopping to take a breath. Smoke ran out of his nose like the lid vent on a charcoal grill and every time he said "Snap" it would puff out with a little more force. I finally curled into the fetal position and played dead. Even after it went silent I stayed still in case he was nearby, waiting. By the time I gathered the courage to move he'd vanished, though a cloud of Cherry Middleton smoke still hung over the shoulder of the road. Bear climbed down from a nearby tree, and Travis crawled out from under the car. In silence we collected our things from where we'd thrown them. A single drop of blood leaked out of Travis's ear and down the side of his face. Bear had obviously been crying. We were still in bad need of some shade and a drink.
B.M. Barrelcooker wrote: ↑Thu Jan 21, 2021 11:21 am Any of y’all chezch nymph with a mop fly ?I had to google "mop fly".
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