Mr. Opus McDopus wrote:
"rw" wrote in message
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I've fished in roughly comparable situations. Wounded Knee in North
Carolina is the closest parallel I can think of. I won't be going back
there, but it was great fun that one time.



It's Wounded Fork in NC. Wounded Knee was a different kind of hunt in an
entirely different state.

All I can remember is that it was Wounded Something-or-Other, and that
the guy had a wolf -- a big one. And every one of the numerous little
knickknacks and ornaments and tchotchkes in his place was related to
fishing. And that the infamous college basketball coach Bobby Knight had
just been there, recovering from one his more memorable chair-throwing
falls from grace.

The proprietor was gracious and he liked Walt Winter a lot. He allowed
us to fish there. Walt lost a big one.

I went back the next day, taking a guided spot that Joe MacIntosh had
given up. The guide was Ollie, from the Orvis shop. Great guy. Fun to
fish with. He came to the raffle that night and I won his raffle prize,
a t-shirt, which you can see me wearing in this photo:

http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/rainbow.JPG

:-)

I caught two memorable fish. The first was a "Kamloops" rainbow (this is
in North Carolina, mind you) that I caught on one of Ollie's "sucker
egg" patterns. It looked like a perfect imitation of a Purina Trout Chow
pellet. The fish was probably pushing 7 pounds, maybe more, and I caught
it in a pool the size of a modest hotel hot tub. Ollie hot-netted it.
There was no other way. Maybe saying that I "caught" it is a stretch.

The second was a freakish palomino rainbow (which Ollie and the
proprietor called "golden trout"). This was actually a challenging fish.
I fished and fished and fished to it, nearly at my feet, with one
pattern after another. It was driving me nuts. It finally took a beetle
that I splashed down as hard at I could, right on top of it. Ollie was
very excited.

I have no idea how to get there, Wayno.

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