How good can it get?

A warm day in early May to mid July (depending on latitude), a
bellyboat, and bluegills on the beds.

g.
not to get all technical and ****.

On Jan 13, 9:57*pm, Giles wrote:
A warm day in early May to mid July (depending on latitude), a
bellyboat, and bluegills on the beds.

g.
not to get all technical and ****.

Standing in front of a piece of pocket water on Penns for 6 hours
yanking lips on 18-24" browns taking sulphur spinners. Anything you
cast that is orange will get a hit in 3 or less drifts with a 15'
cast. End the day at the Millheim Hotel with $12.50 whole lobsters
and Yeungling on tap.
Frank Reid

A big nose just barely piercing the surface, and moving a bit between
each appearance. At least 6 different bugs on the water, each in a
variety of stages from nymph to fully spent. After 40 minutes of
effort, many good casts with many flies, you finally notice that only
calllibaetis spinners that still have one wing in the upright position
are being eaten. A search of your flies, a modification of one with
folding scissors. Another cast, the look of this float inspiring
complete confidence in the angler AND his quarry. Fish ON !!!!


Larry
to get all technical and ****. G

A small rock-filled brookie stream deep in the woods far away
from other anglers. A fish rising regularly in the pool above.
A studied, careful, stealthy, oh so stealthy approach almost
on your belly. Planning and plotting and waiting for the one
and only cast you'll get to this fish. The cast, the short
drift, a foot-long brookie vibrating and pulsing with the
frantic energy of the wild come to hand.

--
Ken Fortenberry

On Jan 14, 11:23*am, Ken Fortenberry
wrote:
A small rock-filled brookie stream deep in the woods far away
from other anglers. A fish rising regularly in the pool above.
A studied, careful, stealthy, oh so stealthy approach almost
on your belly. Planning and plotting and waiting for the one
and only cast you'll get to this fish. The cast, the short
drift, a foot-long brookie vibrating and pulsing with the
frantic energy of the wild come to hand.

--
Ken Fortenberry

My daughter giggling and tossing her pigtails while catching bluegills
just after she learned to cast her push-button with a bubble and black
gnat.

cheers

oz, who also likes beaver pond brookies in the Snowy's west of Laramie

On Jan 14, 9:23*am, Ken Fortenberry
wrote:
A small rock-filled brookie stream deep in the woods far away
from other anglers. A fish rising regularly in the pool above.
A studied, careful, stealthy, oh so stealthy approach almost
on your belly. Planning and plotting and waiting for the one
and only cast you'll get to this fish. The cast, the short
drift, a foot-long brookie vibrating and pulsing with the
frantic energy of the wild come to hand.

--
Ken Fortenberry

Wonderful, Ken

My body no longer allows me access to such pleasure ... at least not
often .... but for years a little 6 1/2 3wt Loomis was often my
companion as I, too, belly crawled to the next small pool. In my
case it was often small Lohantan(sp?) cutts in a never to be revealed
small creek deep in the high Sierra .... I had a friend in F&G biology
that trusted me enough to both tell me where to find these rare
"natives" and know I'd never pass it on.

Anyway, clearly part of fly fishing's value lies in it's variety.
No doubt, nearly all of us find joy in most of those variations, at
one time, or another.

MajorOz wrote:
Ken Fortenberry wrote:
A small rock-filled brookie stream deep in the woods far away
from other anglers. A fish rising regularly in the pool above.
A studied, careful, stealthy, oh so stealthy approach almost
on your belly. Planning and plotting and waiting for the one
and only cast you'll get to this fish. The cast, the short
drift, a foot-long brookie vibrating and pulsing with the
frantic energy of the wild come to hand.

My daughter giggling and tossing her pigtails while catching bluegills
just after she learned to cast her push-button with a bubble and black
gnat.

You got it right, oz.

Well said.

--
Ken Fortenberry

You got it right, oz.

Yeah, that wasn't a bad one. I gotta admit, though, that yesterday
when I read the thread, about the same time as reading world news, I
was thinking that it's pretty good not wondering where I'll be
sleeping tonight, if I'll have shelter, and whether I'll have a meal
before I go to bed.

We've got is soooo easy...

Jon.

On Jan 15, 1:50*pm, Jonathan Cook wrote:
You got it right, oz.

Yeah, that wasn't a bad one. I gotta admit, though, that yesterday
when I read the thread, about the same time as reading world news, I
was thinking that it's pretty good not wondering where I'll be
sleeping tonight, if I'll have shelter, and whether I'll have a meal
before I go to bed.

We've got is soooo easy...

Jon.

For a number of reasons...........one of which compels me to visit
Arlington whenever I am in the area...........

cheers, with a raising of the glass

oz

On Jan 17, 8:45*pm, MajorOz wrote:
On Jan 15, 1:50*pm, Jonathan Cook wrote:

You got it right, oz.

Yeah, that wasn't a bad one. I gotta admit, though, that yesterday
when I read the thread, about the same time as reading world news, I
was thinking that it's pretty good not wondering where I'll be
sleeping tonight, if I'll have shelter, and whether I'll have a meal
before I go to bed.

We've got is soooo easy...

Jon.

For a number of reasons...........one of which compels me to visit
Arlington whenever I am in the area...........

Amen. What right thinking Merkin could ever forget the slavering
godless invading hordes of Japs, Krauts, Dagos, Spics, Slants, Gooks,
Towelheads, Biscuit Heads, Zips, Rooskies, Americoons, Flips, 539s,
Rebs and whatnot all, or the bold few who stood, and fell, in their
path on the shores of Winnebago, the banks of the Platte, the corn
fields of Des Moines, the blue hills of Appalachia, the white sands of
New Mexico, and the Mall of America.

god bless you, major.

cheers, with a raising of the glass.

Up yers, with a broken glass.

oz

g.