I had the privilege of hosting a couple of old friends at my house this past weekend, one an experienced fly fisher such as myself and another who had never held a fly rod in his hands. So Todd and I decided our mission was to hook Joe up with SOMETHING on the end of a fly rod, Todd providing the tackle and even waders for Joe. We decided that the best course of action would be to take Joe first to Clark's Marsh for an introduction to the intricacies of fly rodding, in a place where he had both no backcast obstructions to worry about, AND he would almost certainly CATCH FISH and learn how to handle that on the fly rod. Well, the panfish didn't disappoint, we were catching 6-8"+ bluegill and pumpkinseeds for a couple of hours straight and after some basic instruction from Todd Joe managed to land five of them all by himself! And Todd was freaking out at the size and colors of these fish - all due to the fact that because they are contaminated with PFC's (think Teflon and fire-fighting foams - don't really want that in MY body!) everyone is throwing them back, and they're just getting bigger and bigger and bigger..."Holy Waters" for sunfish, catch-and-release only!!
Joe loved it and our next step was to take him to the Sage Lake Road crossing of the Rifle River, where the size limit on browns was low enough that we might just catch enough for a meal...this is after finding a very early clump of Chicken-of-the-Woods or Sulfur shelf mushrooms at Clark's Marsh, so fresh they cut like butter with a knife ("Jon, what's that yellow mushroom thing on that tree there?" "OH MY GOD!!!"). Hatches were scattered and slow, I swear every time I saw a bug it was a different species! Still I managed to squeeze 3 just legal fish out of my stretch, which was just enough for the three of us! Oh, and on the way to the river we stopped for yellow lady's slippers, and saw pink lady's slippers on a trail near the river access.
As if this weren't enough, I took the boys to the range on Saturday and we shot four handguns and three rifles (still need to finish cleaning them!) AND saw a live rock-n-roll band, playing mostly '60-'70s blues rock (Robin Trower in particular) in the middle of Foote Pond on the Au Sable River Queen, a genuine paddle boat that takes tours all summer and into fall up the Pond and back. Joe got to see a friend of his that he has known since elementary school!
So I got to play "Guide" this weekend to the outdoor attractions of my area, and about the only way it could have gone better is if the trout were feeding more on the Rifle - Todd caught one on his first cast, then nothing the rest of the afternoon ("Jinxed myself!!") and Joe couldn't muster one up, though he was mostly practicing his dry-fly throwing technique...Joe lives on a lake in which I caught a probably 5 lb. smallmouth (19.5" long) back in 2010 (and yes, on that "confounded 3-weight"), not to mention very nice panfish and largemouth, and has a dock he can throw off of 24/7 (when he isn't designing new cars for Fiat-Chrystler, that is, or teaching others how to do it, he's been in the bizz for 29 years!).
I'd say that as a host I batted about .975 this weekend, and the boys took care of me, buying food and booze and etc. and even driving me around. And being somewhat cooler than usual, the bugs weren't bad either! It's like the planets aligned or something, couldn't have asked for a better weekend to kick off my summer!
Jonathon
No matter how big the one you just caught is, there's always a bigger one out there somewhere...