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Angler is working with a difficult fish. After several refusals he determines that that certain blue-winged olive variation he tied two Winters ago would be just the ticket. After combing through a dozen fly boxes, he finally locates the beast and manages to tie it on with trembling fingers, just knowing it will prove to be the big trout's demise. He again looks at the stream for the precise location to plant his fly. While false casting, he mutters to himself, "Hey - where did he go?"...

Full of disappointment as he trudges out of the stream, he missteps and tweaks his back because of the massive weight shift of his vest. At least his chiropractor will be happy.:)

There was a decade when it seemed that as soon as I crossed over the Crawford County line where Grayling is located a very large low pressure center would camp out over head and my fishing week's weather would get down right snarly. Gray clouds, wind, rain, and ocassionaly very cold and it would snow.

One time, Paul, I sat on the bank of the river on a very cold bluebird sky day with a single cloud hovering over my head. This cloud was pouring snow down on me...I thought I should move to get out from under it, but then resigned myself to the idea that a greater power was probably sending me a message, and that moving would be futile.

That same week my guide friend and I were launching the boat for our annual day together. As we were about to shove off he turned to me and asked if I was sure about this. "Once we go, Spence, there is no turning back." We were on the river and by the end of the first hour we found ourselves taking shelter underneath some cedars as it hailed for 20 minutes.

The only fly on the water that day was a size 26 Baetis that was so small the creek chubs weren't even interested. This was during my bad back period and when we made it to the end of our all day float I was so hunched over I looked like Quasimodo. My friend was so concerned he started the truck and made me sit inside, trying to thaw out, while he stowed our gear and put the boat on the trailer...The bag of ice I had purchased for our beers was still intact. Not a single drop thawed.

Folks began to ask Rusty when I was coming up and booking either the week ahead of me or the week after.

I have a sister that lives in Hawaii and we are limited to emails to each other to keep in touch...She sent me the following: A little boy was sitting in the tub taking a bath and checking out his testicles. He asked his mother, "Are these my brains?" She said, "No dear! Not yet."

If you ever see me in the pike suit my wife made for me you should follow your natural instincts and head off in another direction.

I once hooked an immature hen mallard on East Lake, a volcanic caldera lake in the Oregon Cascades. I was fishing from shore and she was huffing and clucking her way around picking goodies out of the elodea. I specifically gave her a wide berth when I cast, but she glided over anyway and sucked up my #14 parachute adams. Got her right though one of those vents in her beak. Luckily, she was only half grown (if that) and I was fishing 4X Umpqua which was pretty stout stuff for the alleged diameter and I was able to turn and run right up on the bank with her and run her down and pluck the fly back out with a set of those mini pliers. She was pretty hosed at me though and after I put her back in the lake, she swam back and forth in front of me and read me the riot act in Mallardese for about 5 minutes. She was making so much noise that for a while, I feared a personal injury lawyer would materialize out of the bushes (they're everywhere...), sign her up and poof, there would go the rest of our vacation.

Another time during the Green Drake on Penns Creek, I hooked a guy from Willow Grove (or maybe it was King of Prussia, I forget..). He was in full Orvis regalia, so he was probably about ready to spawn. Which would explain why he didn't put up much of a fight despite going at least 90-95 Kg. Just as well, probably. The hook was only caught by about 4 threads of his treated SPF 80 shirt and I probably would have lost him anyway if he had jumped or made a hot run downstream..

Me and the junior cat, Sam, are going back down in the basement now and tie . . .

I don't tie blood knots for the same reason that I don't use back flips to travel from the bedroom to the kitchen when I go to get my morning coffee. I've never found it necessary and there are easier ways to get it done.

If there is a loose piece of barbed wire lying around, my waders usually find it.

Litobrancha: “there are also some good litobrancha populations on [the] Davidson River in Transylvania county NC.”
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GONZO: “Maybe, but I'd be careful about those bugs in Transylvania County. Wear some garlic or something, especially after dark. ;) “