An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

you "can't" easily float down stream in the feeding duck position.

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Frank Reid
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An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

you "can't" easily float down stream in the feeding duck position.

--
Frank Reid
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An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

Frank Reid wrote:
Anti-epiphany - what good is it being a gear whore without being able to
show everyone what a good gear whore you are by wearing a 30 lb vest?
Sheesh. Some people have no respect for the rules. 'Sides, without that
heavy vest, you can easily float down stream in the feeding duck position.

I carry a vest *and* a day pack.

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Rusty Hook
Laramie, Wyoming

An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

Frank Reid wrote:
Anti-epiphany - what good is it being a gear whore without being able to
show everyone what a good gear whore you are by wearing a 30 lb vest?
Sheesh. Some people have no respect for the rules. 'Sides, without that
heavy vest, you can easily float down stream in the feeding duck position.

I carry a vest *and* a day pack.

--
Rusty Hook
Laramie, Wyoming

An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

On Fri, 6 Aug 2004 14:55:23 -0400, "Frank Reid"
moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote:

you "can't" easily float down stream in the feeding duck position.

Well, either way, anyone with any sense would defer to your
expertise...G

TC,
R

An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

On Fri, 6 Aug 2004 14:55:23 -0400, "Frank Reid"
moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote:

you "can't" easily float down stream in the feeding duck position.

Well, either way, anyone with any sense would defer to your
expertise...G

TC,
R

An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

Peter Charles wrote:
A fishing life offers all sorts of opportunities for mini-epiphanies
and I've recently tripped over one that's worth mentioning.

When I'm out camping or rafting in a remote spot, my custom in the
evening is to take a rod, a reel, a line, and one fly, or sometimes I'll
cheat a bit with a small flybox in my shirt pocket. No tippet, no
hemostats, no net, no vest, no water bottle, no bug repellent, no
floatant, no waders, no nothing but what I absolutely need. It tends to
focus my concentration on the task at hand.

--
Cut "to the chase" for my email address.

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rdean wrote:snipPerhaps the most telling thing about it was going into town(s)
for lunch
or other breaks, and seeing guides loading up sports, all wadered- and
vested-up, with the sports looking at us like we were crazy and us
looking at them similarly.

Before The Backwoods in Richardson closed a few years ago, The Roadkill
Roundtable tied there on Saturdays and the shop next door was The Bike Mart
and they had a poster in the window of a couple of guys in their gear on their
bikes and a couple of fly fishermen in their geer and everyone was scratching
their heads. The poster is still in the window of The Bike Mart. I guess it is
kind of the same feeling.

That part of Colorado around the Taylor River and The Gunnison has a special
place in my heart. Did you catch a few of those pretty cutthroat that grow in
some of the small streams around there?

The Roadkill Roundtable now meets on Saturdays in front of The White River Fly
Shop inside Bass Pro in Grapevine. If anyone is in the area tomorrow morning,
please bring your tools and join us to play for a while or just stop by and
shoot the ****. I suspect John and David will be tying flies for their upcoming
Colorado trip and Fred will be tying something he can use in Montana when he
goes there for the FFF Conclave in a couple of weeks. I think I will be
learning to tie Harry Steeves Firefly pattern as I have always wanted to tie it
and figure I can give the guys some they can leave in some brush somewhere in
The Rocky Mountain West.

Big Dale

An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

rdean wrote:snipPerhaps the most telling thing about it was going into town(s)
for lunch
or other breaks, and seeing guides loading up sports, all wadered- and
vested-up, with the sports looking at us like we were crazy and us
looking at them similarly.

Before The Backwoods in Richardson closed a few years ago, The Roadkill
Roundtable tied there on Saturdays and the shop next door was The Bike Mart
and they had a poster in the window of a couple of guys in their gear on their
bikes and a couple of fly fishermen in their geer and everyone was scratching
their heads. The poster is still in the window of The Bike Mart. I guess it is
kind of the same feeling.

That part of Colorado around the Taylor River and The Gunnison has a special
place in my heart. Did you catch a few of those pretty cutthroat that grow in
some of the small streams around there?

The Roadkill Roundtable now meets on Saturdays in front of The White River Fly
Shop inside Bass Pro in Grapevine. If anyone is in the area tomorrow morning,
please bring your tools and join us to play for a while or just stop by and
shoot the ****. I suspect John and David will be tying flies for their upcoming
Colorado trip and Fred will be tying something he can use in Montana when he
goes there for the FFF Conclave in a couple of weeks. I think I will be
learning to tie Harry Steeves Firefly pattern as I have always wanted to tie it
and figure I can give the guys some they can leave in some brush somewhere in
The Rocky Mountain West.

Big Dale

An epiphany on the road to Whitemans
 

On Fri, 06 Aug 2004 15:21:10 -0600, rw
wrote:

Peter Charles wrote:
A fishing life offers all sorts of opportunities for mini-epiphanies
and I've recently tripped over one that's worth mentioning.

When I'm out camping or rafting in a remote spot, my custom in the
evening is to take a rod, a reel, a line, and one fly, or sometimes I'll
cheat a bit with a small flybox in my shirt pocket. No tippet, no
hemostats, no net, no vest, no water bottle, no bug repellent, no
floatant, no waders, no nothing but what I absolutely need. It tends to
focus my concentration on the task at hand.

You ****in' pussy! It's MY custom to go stark nekkid, with no gear
whatsoever. I use my large, always-rock-hard dick as a flyrod, and
weave line out of my manly patch of chesthair and leader from my
flowing, sun-kissed yet silk-like mane of hair. I don't need flies
because the fish are so grateful to get a fin on what others would pay a
fortune to merely touch that they bite and hold on to my silken leader.
Of course, being the gallant and magnanimous great American sportsman
that I am, I kiss them and release them with a hearty, "Via con Dios, my
piscine friend!" I have no need to focus my concentration and only need
to pay the merest intention because my incredible brain can concentrate
with laserlike focus on 1423 tasks at once. In fact, last time out, I
built 3 space shuttles with my toes, solved for Kreh times Pi to the nth
power cubed, found 2 blackholes with my eyes alone, and proved that my
good friend Elvis was still alive...

Brian K.