"Tom Nakashima" wrote in message
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On lunch breaks I practice my casting on the nearby lawn. No hooks, just
yarn. Today I saw a squirrel searching for food so I made a tight loop in
the same direction about 50 ft away. Planted the yarn about two feet away
from the squirrel, thought it would be good practice in presentation. The
squirrel wasn't even startled and as I continued to slowly retrieve the
line with orange yarn acting as a fly, the squirrel snatched up the yarn
in it's mouth. I didn't want to set the yarn for fear I would hook the
line on it's teeth, so I just watched in amazement. Shortly the squirrel
spit out the yarn.
First time I ever caught something other than a fish on a flyrod.
-tom

Last month (was it only a month ago?) John caught a frog
on.......um......well, I guess I don't know what it was. We were sitting on
a couple of rocks at the ultra secret smallmouth spot on the W_s_o_s_n
river, doing a remarkably good impression of stupid and indolent (if I do
say so myself) when I spies the froggie sitting on a rock, doing a
remarkably good impression of us. "Hey, lookee," sez I, "there's a
froggie." John swings his pole over so that his bug is about six inches
above and ever so slightly ahead of the froggie. Froggie jumps.....tongue
extends.....CHOMP!

Froggie hangs at end of leader.........and hangs.......and hangs.......and
gets bored and lets go.

John says, "They'll hit anything that moves, heh, heh."

Wolfgang
it was maybe cooler than it sounds.