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Jo and I arrived before lunch last Sunday, and after a great feed, I suited up
and headed for the river. By 5 pm I had landed several nice brookies (14 - 15inch) and lots of "rat fish" (landlocks smaller than 12 inches). I tried several different versions of the green rock worm, and although it met with some success, a small "Bruiser PT" had more success. I didn't fish Monday a.m. while waiting for Allen and Moira Epps. After their arrival about noon time, Allen and I head for the dam to wet some flies. I honestly can't remember how well we did, but I remember getting Allen into a 15 inch brookie within 15 minutes of his arrival. Later, about 4 p.m., the Hendrickson hatch came off. Tens of thousands of the little guys/gals. It lasted only about 45 minutes, but we landed several fish in that time on Adams', nothing of any size, however. Tuesday was much of the same - very few fish being taken. In a pouring cold rain, we headed to the Currents and I managed a nice 18 inch brookie and some fair size salmon. Allen caught a few -- best let him tell ya about it. There is something miserable yet enjoyable about drinking hot black coffee while standing in a cold rain. For the first time in many years, I did not fish the Wing Dam or the WD Pool. I wandered up to the "aquarium" to see if the 22 inch brookie was still holding court. He was, but had grown to 24 inches. There were several "lesser" brookies in his court (18 - 20 inches), but I did not temp them with my latest Rapid River Tie. I should have, but believed somehow that on this day they were just a little bit smarter than me, so, why even try? Before we left I gave the 2nd Current one last chance to please me. Allen appeared at the end of the island and suggested we return to the cabins for a nice fire. Sounded like a plan to me. One more cast, however. And that cast produced a 22 inch brookie (foul hooked, so it didn't count). The warm fire in the cabin was a gift from my wonderful wife. She drew me a tub full of hot water and I relaxed for the next 30 minutes or so. I dried off on hot towels warmed by the woodstove fire. Life was (is) good. Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday - cold and wet with no rises and very few fish taken. While leaving Zimmerman's Run, I slipped on a greasy rock. I made a grab for the concrete blocks on the walkway, but my left arm wasn't strong enough to hold all 220 pounds. I felt a stabbing pain in my left shoulder - at least for the few milliseconds it took to fall two feet. Then I landed on my right shin and knee and was met with the most excrutiating pain in my life. Worse than getting kicked in the....... well, worse than that. Didn't breal my rod, however. Back at camp, out of my waders and woolies, I gazed at a one inch cut and scrape just below my kneecap. Not much blood, but a helluva lot of pain. The knee had swelled to about the size of a softball. It looked and felt like hell, but didn't impede my walking. I do, however, think that my rock hopping days are slowly coming to an end. Thursday was one of those days a flyfisher will never forget. Allen and I took the camp's pick-up to Lower Dam right after breakfast. We headed immediately to the Spawning Beds (and, no, there were no fish spawning at the spawning beds). Just as I found my rock and was about to step upon it, my wading staff slipped and I did a Full Reverse Reid with a half twist hard onto my back on a big rock, and then slid backwards ungracefully into about three feet of water. The pain in my back was camouflaged by the 52 degree full emersion. My pride was also wounded as there were a couple of friends who saw the old geezer version of a Reverse Reid. On my rock, shivering in the 50 degree temp and a 20 knot wind, all was forgotten when I got into an 18 inch brookie on my third cast (small PT). I was warmed further when a very nice salmon fell prey to the small PT. Allen was downstream a bit from me, and I believe he too was catching fish. There were several rises right in front of me - big brookies sipping caddis. I took off the PT and tied on a #18 Goddard Caddis. Two or three casts and I was into another nice brookie. Just as I was about to net him, the tippet broke and he absconded with my fly. I landed another nice brookie with the Goddard and then went back to the small PT. Within ten minutes I had another brookie on, a familiar one; it was the thief that stole my Goddard. He may have been strong, but he was dumb to fall for two man made flies in the same hour. Cold, but not beaten, I retired from the field and headed back to Lower Dam to get out of my wet clothes. I sipped hot coffee and basked in the sun out of the wind for about 30 minutes. It is surprising what warmth you can get from just an ordinary raincoat. Warmed and refreshed, I returned to the hunt, spending the next two hours at the dam without even a strike! Back to the Spawning Beds (and yes, there still wasn't any fish spawning at the Spawning Beds). Green Rock Worm, Caddis Emerger, Bruisers PT and I remained hitless. As soon as I switched back to the 18 (20?) PT, I was into a very big fish. After some minutes fighting him, I managed to land a beaufiful 20 inch brookie. Then Jo and Henry and Moira showed up. We walked back to the dam, said our goodbyes and I started to fish just upstream from the dam. Wham! What a helluva hit. My line was traveling sideways before I realized what had happened. Minutes later I landed my last fish of the day, a wonderful 22 inch brookie that put a serious bend in my 4 weight Sage. A nice way to end the day..... six brookies and the small ones were 18 inches! Allen had a similar day, but that's his tale, not mine. I was so very tired on Friday morning that I went back to bed right after breakfast. If the Epps' weren't leaving at 11 a.m., I would have slept through lunch. With all the serious hurts I put upon my bod, it is a wonder that I could sleep at all. Friday p.m was spent casually fishing at the dam, catching some nice salmon on streamers and foul hooking an 18 inch togue. Peter - the 3.5 Velocity with sinking line worked wonderfully on the 7 weight. It was a great week - started out well, then a slight slump, and finished great. It was a pleasure to see Allen and Moira again and introduce them to the Rapid. I have a feeling they will be back. Me too. I leave in the morning for another week. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html |
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In article , Dave
LaCourse wrote: Jo and I arrived before lunch last Sunday, and after a great feed, I suited up and headed for the river. By 5 pm I had landed several nice brookies (14 - 15inch) and lots of "rat fish" (landlocks smaller than 12 inches). I tried several different versions of the green rock worm, and although it met with some success, a small "Bruiser PT" had more success. TR snipped Me too. I leave in the morning for another week. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html Yep, what he said. Indeed a great trip. The Monday arrival and evening Hendrickson hatch was nice. River was flowing at 390 CFS so very wadeable everywhere. Dave was truly a gentleman in giving me all the best spots and supplying me with flies, split shot and other things I forgot (I supplied him with Yuengling and anti-inflammitories). Right away he put me on a nice 15 inch Brookie on a small green caddis. During the Hendrickson hatch I caught no brookies but got three salmon. No Hendricksons in my box but I did have some size 18 March Browns and that did the trick. The next two days were exactly as he described, weather more Alaska in Sept than Maine in June. I scrapped and scraped and picked up two or three small salmon each day and Wednesday pm got invited by Harry the dam keeper down to the Pond in the RIver where I caught a 13 inch Brookie in 5 minutes in water so shallow his dorsal fin stuck out. Then nothing at all for the rest of the evening. But just as in golf there's that day that brings you back. Thursday started 60 degrees and clear and rapidly warmed to a perfect 70. Yes, I watched Dave take his reverse Reid just as I realized that my waders were leaking in the small of my back. Nothing like 50 degree water slowly trickling in to wake you up (unless it's full submersion). A few sporadic rises taking advantage of the caddis hatch so I tied on an 18 EHC with a 18 olive emerger dropper about 12 inches back. Truth be told the dropper was a foam winged olive from one of the fly swaps so I just clipped the foam off. (my small size flies were running short by this point). Then the fun started. Over the next four hours I caught 6 Salmon (all on the emerger) two were in the 15 to 17 inch size the rest 10 to a foot. Then my fish of the year nailed the EHC and ten minutes later, doubled over in the net was a 23 inch brook trout with colors so vibrate it hurt the eyes. By that time the hatch had petered out so went to shore to find Dave's underwear hanging in the sun. We quickly ate lunch (my stomach couldn't really take the idea of the Pirate going commando under that rain jacket and waders) Started again at the dam and worked my way up to the old pilings as fish started to rise again and caught 4 small salmon on the same rig. Moira and Jo, along with Henry and Finn the wonder pup showed up and we walked up to watch Dave lose that fine brook trout. He headed back to recloth and I started casting again. Twice had nice brookies rise, once clean miss, the second put the steel to it for a flash, caught another small salmon then a very nice 18 inch Brookie that hit the dropper this time. Landed him and just decided the day could not be any better so finished up. Although I didn't fall in both my shins were bruised and battered from rock collisions and now I have to find that leak in my waders. Overall for the trip. Very surprise at the small flies. I came well equipped I thought but next time there will be many more 18 and 20's in the box. Remember to bring cocktail hour snacks as by the time you wade around that river and get back in time for a beer before dinner you need some of the three major food groups (fat, salt and preservatives, Sorry Roger!) and if you can get there when the Pirates aboard he'll do his best to cram his 15 years of experience into your head to make your trip as good as possible. I'm already looking forward to next year. Allen Catonsville, MD |
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Dave,
Great report, but do be careful out there! Tom |
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Willi writes:
Good reports, apart from the injuries, from both of you guys. Any picture Jo gave me an Olympus Stylus 410 for my recent b-day. I carried it my vest and it got wet, but I never took a picture except of Allen fishing at Lower Dam. With my recent propensity to fall, just reaching for it while landing a fish would be foolhardy. Sorry. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html |
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In article , Dave
LaCourse wrote: Willi writes: Good reports, apart from the injuries, from both of you guys. Any picture Jo gave me an Olympus Stylus 410 for my recent b-day. I carried it my vest and it got wet, but I never took a picture except of Allen fishing at Lower Dam. With my recent propensity to fall, just reaching for it while landing a fish would be foolhardy. Sorry. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html None of fish as my digital is too big and non-water resitant to take but I'll post a few as soon as the heavy equipment arrives to dismember the bags. Allen |
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"Allen Epps" wrote... Dave LaCourse wrote: Jo and I arrived before lunch last Sunday, and after a great feed, I suited up and headed for the river. By 5 pm I had landed several nice brookies (14 - 15inch) and lots of "rat fish" (landlocks smaller than 12 inches). I tried several different versions of the green rock worm, and although it met with some success, a small "Bruiser PT" had more success. TR snipped Me too. I leave in the morning for another week. Yep, what he said. Indeed a great trip. snip By that time the hatch had petered out so went to shore to find Dave's underwear hanging in the sun. We quickly ate lunch (my stomach couldn't really take the idea of the Pirate going commando under that rain jacket and waders) Is it possible that was a flag of surrender? Jeez, Dave, you are like the Timex of fly fishing! :) Nice reports, both of you. Thanks for sharing. -- TL, Tim http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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On Sat, 05 Jun 2004 21:05:45 GMT, "Tim J."
wrote: By that time the hatch had petered out so went to shore to find Dave's underwear hanging in the sun. We quickly ate lunch (my stomach couldn't really take the idea of the Pirate going commando under that rain jacket and waders) First breakfast, then Blue Rock Hole, and now this -- I swear the man harbours secret desires to join a nudist colony. Peter turn mailhot into hotmail to reply Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.mountaincable.net/~pcharl...ers/index.html |
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In article , Peter Charles
wrote: On 05 Jun 2004 20:44:05 GMT, irate (Dave LaCourse) w How's the camp these days? Doing OK? I have no basis for the past but I thought it was fine. Food was good although not great (except the warm walnut and cranberry pie one night which was wonderful) The owners Whit and Maureen are nice and very concerned with making sure everything is as you want it. The cabin well stocked with wood and ice every evening even if a 75 lb lab makes the whole thing shake. The other staff were very pleasant. The tab for two people four nights, licences (Moira never fished but did buy a license in case the urge hit her) about $100 in misc stiff and the extra money for having the dawg came to $1168. All in all a good bargin that I would not hesitate to repeat. With Frank and I tag teaming the drive we could easily be there in 14 or 15 hours from Baltimore next June. Allne |
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With Frank and I tag teaming the drive we could easily be there in 14 or 15 hours from Baltimore next June. Allne So shook up from the trip, ya couldn't even spell your own name. And why did you have to make that last crack. Yah know I'm gonna have to take you up on it. -- Frank Reid Reverse email to reply |
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Allen Epps writes:
wonderful trip highlights,leading to... By that time the hatch had petered out so went to shore to find Dave's underwear hanging in the sun. Gaaack!! Talk about the end to a fine day! Still, sounds like a fine time was had by all in the beautiful North Woods. Thanks to both of you for the reports. Tom |
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Peter writes:
How's the camp these days? Doing OK? Yes. Food is better than ever. They lost the engine on the Thompson boat, and are planning on buying a used lobster boat - diesel that will do about 16 knots and capable of carrying 12 folks and their gear. Righ now the round trip between the camps and South arm takes about 6 gallons of fuel. Diesel is the way to go. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html |
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Dave LaCourse wrote:
Jo and I arrived before lunch last Sunday, and after a great feed, I suited up and headed for the river. By 5 pm I had landed several nice brookies (14 - 15inch) and lots of "rat fish" (landlocks smaller than 12 inches). I tried several different versions of the green rock worm, and although it met with some success, a small "Bruiser PT" had more success. I didn't fish Monday a.m. while waiting for Allen and Moira Epps. After their arrival about noon time, Allen and I head for the dam to wet some flies. I honestly can't remember how well we did, but I remember getting Allen into a 15 inch brookie within 15 minutes of his arrival. Later, about 4 p.m., the Hendrickson hatch came off. Tens of thousands of the little guys/gals. It lasted only about 45 minutes, but we landed several fish in that time on Adams', nothing of any size, however. Tuesday was much of the same - very few fish being taken. In a pouring cold rain, we headed to the Currents and I managed a nice 18 inch brookie and some fair size salmon. Allen caught a few -- best let him tell ya about it. There is something miserable yet enjoyable about drinking hot black coffee while standing in a cold rain. For the first time in many years, I did not fish the Wing Dam or the WD Pool. I wandered up to the "aquarium" to see if the 22 inch brookie was still holding court. He was, but had grown to 24 inches. There were several "lesser" brookies in his court (18 - 20 inches), but I did not temp them with my latest Rapid River Tie. I should have, but believed somehow that on this day they were just a little bit smarter than me, so, why even try? Before we left I gave the 2nd Current one last chance to please me. Allen appeared at the end of the island and suggested we return to the cabins for a nice fire. Sounded like a plan to me. One more cast, however. And that cast produced a 22 inch brookie (foul hooked, so it didn't count). The warm fire in the cabin was a gift from my wonderful wife. She drew me a tub full of hot water and I relaxed for the next 30 minutes or so. I dried off on hot towels warmed by the woodstove fire. Life was (is) good. Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday - cold and wet with no rises and very few fish taken. While leaving Zimmerman's Run, I slipped on a greasy rock. I made a grab for the concrete blocks on the walkway, but my left arm wasn't strong enough to hold all 220 pounds. I felt a stabbing pain in my left shoulder - at least for the few milliseconds it took to fall two feet. Then I landed on my right shin and knee and was met with the most excrutiating pain in my life. Worse than getting kicked in the....... well, worse than that. Didn't breal my rod, however. Back at camp, out of my waders and woolies, I gazed at a one inch cut and scrape just below my kneecap. Not much blood, but a helluva lot of pain. The knee had swelled to about the size of a softball. It looked and felt like hell, but didn't impede my walking. I do, however, think that my rock hopping days are slowly coming to an end. Thursday was one of those days a flyfisher will never forget. Allen and I took the camp's pick-up to Lower Dam right after breakfast. We headed immediately to the Spawning Beds (and, no, there were no fish spawning at the spawning beds). Just as I found my rock and was about to step upon it, my wading staff slipped and I did a Full Reverse Reid with a half twist hard onto my back on a big rock, and then slid backwards ungracefully into about three feet of water. The pain in my back was camouflaged by the 52 degree full emersion. My pride was also wounded as there were a couple of friends who saw the old geezer version of a Reverse Reid. On my rock, shivering in the 50 degree temp and a 20 knot wind, all was forgotten when I got into an 18 inch brookie on my third cast (small PT). I was warmed further when a very nice salmon fell prey to the small PT. Allen was downstream a bit from me, and I believe he too was catching fish. There were several rises right in front of me - big brookies sipping caddis. I took off the PT and tied on a #18 Goddard Caddis. Two or three casts and I was into another nice brookie. Just as I was about to net him, the tippet broke and he absconded with my fly. I landed another nice brookie with the Goddard and then went back to the small PT. Within ten minutes I had another brookie on, a familiar one; it was the thief that stole my Goddard. He may have been strong, but he was dumb to fall for two man made flies in the same hour. Cold, but not beaten, I retired from the field and headed back to Lower Dam to get out of my wet clothes. I sipped hot coffee and basked in the sun out of the wind for about 30 minutes. It is surprising what warmth you can get from just an ordinary raincoat. Warmed and refreshed, I returned to the hunt, spending the next two hours at the dam without even a strike! Back to the Spawning Beds (and yes, there still wasn't any fish spawning at the Spawning Beds). Green Rock Worm, Caddis Emerger, Bruisers PT and I remained hitless. As soon as I switched back to the 18 (20?) PT, I was into a very big fish. After some minutes fighting him, I managed to land a beaufiful 20 inch brookie. Then Jo and Henry and Moira showed up. We walked back to the dam, said our goodbyes and I started to fish just upstream from the dam. Wham! What a helluva hit. My line was traveling sideways before I realized what had happened. Minutes later I landed my last fish of the day, a wonderful 22 inch brookie that put a serious bend in my 4 weight Sage. A nice way to end the day..... six brookies and the small ones were 18 inches! Allen had a similar day, but that's his tale, not mine. I was so very tired on Friday morning that I went back to bed right after breakfast. If the Epps' weren't leaving at 11 a.m., I would have slept through lunch. With all the serious hurts I put upon my bod, it is a wonder that I could sleep at all. Friday p.m was spent casually fishing at the dam, catching some nice salmon on streamers and foul hooking an 18 inch togue. Peter - the 3.5 Velocity with sinking line worked wonderfully on the 7 weight. It was a great week - started out well, then a slight slump, and finished great. It was a pleasure to see Allen and Moira again and introduce them to the Rapid. I have a feeling they will be back. Me too. I leave in the morning for another week. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html dave, good tr.... it was good te see you in pa. i'll get with tom about what we spoke about and see if he can arrange the cabin next feb. be safe, or at least invest in some floatable padding ;-) wally |
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"Dave LaCourse" wrote (great tr snipped) you lucky *******! if i had taken the same falls, i'd probably still be floating downstream, about two feet under water. glad to have you back, and in one piece. my best to the admiral. yfitons wayno (just in case i ever get back up there--what body of water does the rapid empty into?) |
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On Sun, 06 Jun 2004 15:01:05 GMT, "Wayne Harrison" wrote:
wayno (just in case i ever get back up there--what body of water does the rapid empty into?) Umbagog Lake. But they'd probably find you wedged up against the Errol Dam at the head of the Androscoggin River... /daytripper (that's assuming you don't pass through the turbine. ugh ;-) |
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"daytripper" wrote in message
... On Sun, 06 Jun 2004 15:01:05 GMT, "Wayne Harrison" wrote: wayno (just in case i ever get back up there--what body of water does the rapid empty into?) Umbagog Lake. But they'd probably find you wedged up against the Errol Dam at the head of the Androscoggin River... /daytripper (that's assuming you don't pass through the turbine. ugh ;-) But that would be *really* good for the fishing. "wayno, your chum from the old north state" |
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"Stan Gula" wrote in message ... "daytripper" wrote in message ... On Sun, 06 Jun 2004 15:01:05 GMT, "Wayne Harrison" wrote: wayno (just in case i ever get back up there--what body of water does the rapid empty into?) Umbagog Lake. But they'd probably find you wedged up against the Errol Dam at the head of the Androscoggin River... /daytripper (that's assuming you don't pass through the turbine. ugh ;-) But that would be *really* good for the fishing. "wayno, your chum from the old north state" hilarious, but so ...cold. ycftons, indeed :) wayno |
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Nice reports Dave and Allen. Thanks for the write ups.
Dave, find a flyshop up there and get yourself some Simm's Guide Aquastealth *with studs*. Pretty sure they call em LL Bean Guide Aquastealth *with studs* in that part of the country. (g) Go out and buy the boots immediately and at full price and get a pair for Frank Reid too. He should have two pairs (g) bruce h |
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Bruiser writes:
Dave, find a flyshop up there and get yourself some Simm's Guide Aquastealth *with studs*. Pretty sure they call em LL Bean Guide Aquastealth *with studs* in that part of the country. (g) I have Chotas, with/without studs. It ain't the boots, believe me. It's my feet and my legs. At least I'm fishing regularly while Fortenberry is ****ing and moaning about his life. Poor chap. d;o) Just got back from another week. Great dry fly fishing for mostly salmon, but landed a few big brookies too. Every morning and afternoon since Wednesday, there's been a caddis hatch on with fish rising to emergers. Right fly and you couldn't go wrong. No TR this time. Will do one when I get back from my Alaskan trip in August. BTW, your tiny little flies took some big salmon and brookies the past two weeks. I have converted a number of folks to 20 - 24 size hooks for their nymphs and emergers. Dave http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html |
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Dave LaCourse wrote: BTW, your tiny little flies took some big salmon and brookies the past two weeks. I have converted a number of folks to 20 - 24 size hooks for their nymphs and emergers. Dave I think that much of peoples' reluctance to use small flies is that it's counter to normal logic. Why would a fish choose to eat something so small? Why would they choose something so small when they can eat my bigger fly? Big fish won't take such a small fly, they'd starve to death if they did. You can't catch a big fish on a fly that small. Etc..... Those are the kind things that went through my mind when I first got exposed to small flies in Cheeseman Canyon - size 20 was VERY small back then. For most people, it takes a number of experiences and successes using small flies before they get some faith in them. It took me a long time to get confidence in them. Willi |
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it ain't the fly's size...
it's the eyes, guys. jeff Willi wrote: Dave LaCourse wrote: BTW, your tiny little flies took some big salmon and brookies the past two weeks. I have converted a number of folks to 20 - 24 size hooks for their nymphs and emergers. Dave I think that much of peoples' reluctance to use small flies is that it's counter to normal logic. Why would a fish choose to eat something so small? Why would they choose something so small when they can eat my bigger fly? Big fish won't take such a small fly, they'd starve to death if they did. You can't catch a big fish on a fly that small. Etc..... Those are the kind things that went through my mind when I first got exposed to small flies in Cheeseman Canyon - size 20 was VERY small back then. For most people, it takes a number of experiences and successes using small flies before they get some faith in them. It took me a long time to get confidence in them. Willi |
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Jeff Miller wrote:
it ain't the fly's size... it's the eyes, guys. Am-BIG-uous. Don't know if you need these http://tinyurl.com/36hyx or this http://www.swretail.fsnet.co.uk/it240020.htm JR |
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"JR" wrote... snip http://www.swretail.fsnet.co.uk/it240020.htm Those are AWESOME! I'm gonna get me a pair just to further embarrass my wife and kids. -- TL, Tim who uses an embarrassing magnifier visor already. http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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:) ...both... the glasses seem more practical, and since i live in
a college town, they'll have additional value. are they polarized...or just polarizing? i love goofy stuff... jeff JR wrote: Am-BIG-uous. Don't know if you need these http://tinyurl.com/36hyx or this http://www.swretail.fsnet.co.uk/it240020.htm JR |
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david reports:
Just got back from another week. Great dry fly fishing for mostly salmon..... ya know, I read Dave's reports, and always wonder if he meant he was fishing with dries, or merely that he didn't go under for a few days.....kind of like Reid, but at least there, you know it wasn't the angler who stayed dry. Tom |
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"Tom Littleton" wrote in message ... david reports: Just got back from another week. Great dry fly fishing for mostly salmon..... ya know, I read Dave's reports, and always wonder if he meant he was fishing with dries, or merely that he didn't go under for a few days.....kind of like Reid, but at least there, you know it wasn't the angler who stayed dry. Tom "I've got you down in my book, Thorton" -- Frank Reid Reverse email to reply |
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