On the subject of nymphing

Very early last June I went to Reynolds bridge on a cold morning to try and
catch a fishy. I suk at nymphing and hate it .... chicken, egg? ... not
sure which follows what, the suking or the hating.


But sometimes it's really the only sensible thing to try.

I rigged a couple nymphs and a big hunk-o-yarn and went to work ( accurate
word and remember this was supposed to be fun, not work ). After a
couple tangles and re-rigging exercises I was starting to get the feel for
'not casting' and was moving up the river without too much hassle, or, any
fish.

It had started to snow, and it was sticking to the ground. I was getting
cold and I didn't want to drive in bad conditions so I picked a spot and
decided to leave when I had fished up to it.

Then I tossed the entire mess out of my tackle in front of a very likely
looking boulder and tensed a little in expectation as I tried to watch into
the water and the indicator both. Then out of the depths a very large
Brown came up slowly and inhaled that huge, puffy, ball of hook-free yarn
floating on the surface, fighting his way past my nymphs to get there.


Outloud, but to nobody other than the grey sky, I mumbled, "Thanks! That
is a clear sign I'm not really supposed to be a nymph fisher, if ever there
was one."

I left G

On Tue, 06 May 2008 23:56:36 GMT, "Larry L"
wrote:

Then out of the depths a very large
Brown came up slowly and inhaled that huge, puffy, ball of hook-free yarn
floating on the surface, fighting his way past my nymphs to get there.

Happens all the time, Larry. I was fishing using a yellow chunk of
yarn and after the a couple of hits in one hour, I put on the biggest
yellow humpy I had - a size 12. Took a couple of fish, but the
nymphing was more fun.

Dave

Larry L wrote:
Then out of the depths a very large
Brown came up slowly and inhaled that huge, puffy, ball of hook-free yarn
floating on the surface, fighting his way past my nymphs to get there.

........so, put a hook in the mf?

In article ,
Larry L wrote:


I suk at nymphing and hate it .... chicken, egg? ... not
sure which follows what, the suking or the hating.

My feelings exactly. I try it from time to time but it's not much fun,
is it?

(unless you're good at it, I suppose)

Lazarus

"Larry L" wrote in message
...

Then I tossed the entire mess out of my tackle in front of a very likely
looking boulder and tensed a little in expectation as I tried to watch
into the water and the indicator both. Then out of the depths a very
large Brown came up slowly and inhaled that huge, puffy, ball of hook-free
yarn floating on the surface, fighting his way past my nymphs to get
there.


Outloud, but to nobody other than the grey sky, I mumbled, "Thanks! That
is a clear sign I'm not really supposed to be a nymph fisher, if ever
there was one."

I left G


GGG Thanks for the laugh.