Well I don't really plan to do much over this weekend due to so many outsiders in the area, mostly kick back and do some of the hubby things that I seem to neglect. With Ginny my wife's back out I have a pile of extra chores to do.
Then early Saturday morning I get a text from my Buddy that has the private lake. It goes something like this: What R U doing 2day.
Me: No real plans whats up.
Him: Have some friends in town and want to fish a few hours. very little equipment, HELP
Me: What do you need?
Him: A couple of extra rod set-up, some flies, and your knowledge, if possible sometime later today.
Me: How many Rods? Novelist or experienced? Can do both. Call me.
About 10 o'clock I get his call,
Two of them have done some fly fishing with a guide up in Alaska years ago, and the other one is 19 year old and never picked up a fly rod. and would love to learn.
Okay got it I'll put together a trolling fly box and grab a couple of rods set them up with sinking line and I'll set up a rod with some Dry line and see you about noon if that works?
Sounds great see ya then. I'll burn you a steak if you want about 3 BBQ.
I arrived at his place just before noon and went down to the launch and pulled off my Pontoon boat, got it set up and down come the him and his friends. the introductions. Chuck, Jim and Dan
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I get out the fly box and explain whats flies to use and how, On one I tyed on a Booby fly (Disco Dolly Patton) and the other a Punkinhead. I got big laughs about the Booby fly
. "This is a joke isn't it?" Dan asked.
"Just try it half way around the lake if it doesn't work change out to something that you think will. Just make sure you let it get down and don't troll to fast."
With a big glass of Scotch in there hands the two of them Chuck and Dan get into the boats crank up the electric motor and off they go. letting out line as they get into deeper water.
While I'm setting up for the third guy (Jim) that has never had any rod in his hand we hear the shouting begin.
One of them has hooked up with a very big Bow. Up and out of the water it came and after ten minute battle Dan put it in the net. The Chuck had left his line in the water and was reeling it in and got the tug. Horsed it and it was gone, along with the fly. He tyed on another and off they went again.
While I was giving Jim a few casting lessons a quick learner, both Chuck and Dan had hooked up more than once and brought fish to the boat and net, lost a few and had finished off their drinks. and were heading back in to refresh their adult beverages.
Dan and Chuck, headed back up to the house. Jim and I jumped into the boat. I had him let out some line as I slowed way down.
"Jim, I want you to give the line a count of ten and start to strip in about 6 inches of line slowly."
On the 5th strip he almost lost the rod and reel from a hard pull. This bow came out of the water twice before it got away. So I had him reel in and we checked out the fly and tippit and I retyed. With a 30 foot cast and a count of ten on his third strip the smash and grab and this time he took his time and we put the net to a very nice Brookie.
We made it around the lake and the other guys were back with fresh drinks. Jim and I gave up the boat and we went back to learning to cast. Jim was doing great casting so I took off the piece of yarn and put on a large Caddis fly and had him walk over and pitch the fly in close to the weeds. It took a few cast to get it close to where I wanted it. " Now just give it a little shake and see what happens. Keep a close look on the fly."
Bam! A Bow made a wake and took the fly off the surface Jim jerked the rod and snapped it off.
"Wow!! that was so cool!! How did you know that was going to happen ?
"I didn't know for sure but lets try it again this time if so just lift the rod firm not a jerk. "
The next few cast nothing but that all changed and Jim did awesome no jerk smooth pick up and hook set and the game begins, peeling line, taking turns up and out of the water until it made it back into the weeds. I had Jim make his way into the water knee deep and hold the rod to his left almost at water level. The guys in the boat saw what was happening and headed our way. Chuck got out and I had Jim get in, then I held the boat again and had Dan get out he held the boat while I got in with one of the ores I pushed off and away from the shore. With me having Jim keeping the rod down low and parallel to the water we were able to get this Brut out of the weeds. Chuck held back the "Whorays and Great Job Son" until I dipped the net under and scooped up this monster.
It was pretty hard to get the big-ass Bow to revive I worked it a good ten minutes but he did swim away. ( I just hope he makes it.) Jim did great.
The wind started picking up and we were call up to have a bite to eat.
Jim told his story about the big-ass Bow and the other talked about some of the fish that they landed and the ones that got away. They had to admit Jim's was the best.
Things and words got a little sloppy after another drink from the other two so after eating Jim and I went back down to the water got in the boat I had grabbed another dry line and took us out to 20 ft of water set a front and rear anchor and rigged up to do some bobber lobbing. let Jim cast as far as he could and let the wind chop work the bobber. Soon it was bobber down and playing out another fish, after fish. Oh Jim lost a few, snapped off as many until he learned to lift the rod smooth and steady.
My Buddy and his two friends came down and watched us for a while they were having a good time watching us the cheers from Jim's dad were awesome. I think the two of them will be doing more fishing together.
I had a really good time teaching Jim to cast, the wind was in our favor most of the day. Everybody landed some top quality fish and will be spoiled when they go off somewhere else to fish and find out that there not as big and powerful as today catch. Unless you go up to Alaska, or south to Patagonia.
Chuck and Dan both will go home with the stories of this funny looking, crazy wacky fly called a Disco Dolly Patton Booby Fly and what a hoot it was to fish. Jim told me that he was going to check out the local fly shop close to where he lived and see if they have any kind of classes so that he could learn more then what I taught him in just a short time.
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