I've looked at the White from both sides now

Just back from the FFF Southern Council Conclave and a couple of days
on the White River with guides.
Will write more when I get my TR ready, but suffice it to say the
guide made two cardinal errors.
1) Quote: "Perfect water and weather conditions for big fish and lots
of them"
2) Quote: "I've been guideing for 11 years and have never had anyone
go overboard.
Poor *******. Didn't know what hit him.
Frank Reid

O.K. this should be good.........

looked at the White from both sides now.....win and loose and skunked
somehow?......that how it went?

Got a feeling Frank has looked at it from the top and bottom.....What
kind of nymphs are down there Frankie......

On Oct 7, 8:24*am, Mike wrote:
Got a feeling Frank has looked at it from the top and bottom.....What
kind of nymphs are down there Frankie......

I sometimes camp at the foot of Norfork Dam (the COE campground) and
fish the N. Fork River, on the way to or from Mt. View AR for music
makin'.
Yes there are trout. Yes, many are HUGE. No, it doesn't resemble
trout fishing in the Rockies, where I spent most of my life until ten
years ago.
But, it is what we have and, unless you want to float some of the
rivers, it is all we got.

Then there is the "strike indicator". Somewhere, when I was wandering
the world in Asia and the Pacific, these little pink silly putty
thingies became all the rage for nymph fishing. Well.......it looks
like bobber fishing to me.

So........I have decided to take advantage of new innovations and new
realities. I will be going out, Friday, on a trip to look at the
leaves along the Ohio River from the Mississippi up to about Covington
KY, camping as close to the river as possible. We will spend the
weekend at the N Fork, with me trying out a new system:

Ultra light spinning rig, with clear plastic bubble, about three ft.
of 2 lb. line, a BB shot, and a #22 or so zebra, sow bug, or similar.
That is the "spinning-bubble-fly" rig I used as a kid on mountain
lakes in Wyoming back in the 50's. Hey.......if it works, it works.

I will let you know.

cheers

oz, who wades in jeans and $20 hip boots.

oz, who wades in jeans and $20 hip boots.

I'm looking for waders that go over the head.
Frank Reid

"Frank Reid" wrote in message
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oz, who wades in jeans and $20 hip boots.

I'm looking for waders that go over the head.
Frank Reid


This might be appealing to you Frank?

http://libarynth.org/_media/stearn-driflex-drysuit.jpg

JT

Okay, I'm down to Mountain Home for the FFF Southern Council
Conclave. This event is close to, if not exceeding the national
convention. I had some classes (i.e. spey casting in case steelhead
start running up the Platte River at some time in the near future) and
seminars. One thing that was cool, I was videotaped tying my Frank's
Fighting Craw. The guy who did it is going to edit it and put it up
on UTube in a month or so.
Yeh, yeh. Blah, blah, blah.... Come Saturday and after enduring all
the camaraderie BS, I needed to go fishing, so it’s off to the North
Fork of the White River in Southern Mo. This water looks a lot like
Penns. About the same size and flow. Unfortunately, no fish. Nice
diversion. On the way back from Missouri, I did see two signs side-by-
side. Both had arrows pointing off to the side road. The first one
was for a cemetery, the second… a taxidermist. At least they give you
options.
Okay, Sunday, "bored" meeting in the a.m. and then time to go fishing
again. Mark Borserine from Kansas says he wants to go out. Mark is
an FFF Certified Casting Instructor and a hell of a fisherman (some
guys can cast but not fish).
We meet up with Joe, our guide. Joe has an Arkansas jon boat. These
are about 18’ long and only about 4’ wide. Really nice and stable.
We tool on down the main course of the White River, primarily chuckin’
and duckin’ with a big, pink San Juan worm. This fishing is extremely
productive but not really fly fishing IMHO. However, it’s a lot of
fun, so we keep at it till the guide wants to go home. He doesn’t
like being on the water after dark. Something about unseen logs and
alligators. We did catch a bunch of fish in the 14” to 19” range.
On Monday, Mark and I have an all-day trip with a fairly famous White
River guide on the White. We’ll call him “Eastwood” to protect the
innocent. Yes, he is one of the finest guides on the White River, but
we don’t want the following to be associated with him.
Early on, Eastwood commits two cardinal sins. One, he says that the
weather and water conditions are perfect for catching big trout and
lots of them. Its overcast and they are running 4 generators at the
dam. Secondarily, after we had to duck under a stream-side limb, he
mentioned that he’d been guiding for over 11 years and had never lost
a client out of the boat.
Bwahahahahahahahahaha! He don’t know me very well, do he? I calmly
replied “until today.” (cue suspenseful music in the background)
We head out and find out that since we’re “good casters,” Eastwood
will eschew chuckin’ and duckin’. We will “cast like men!” Okay,
here it is Thursday, that was Monday. That being said, casting 8 wt
rods with sinking fly lines and weighted flies will stretch out joints
that have not been stretched since high school and I am still sore.
One of the things that Eastwood boat has is a drag chain. This is a
length of rope ending in a heavy chain that drags along the bottom,
slowing the drift down river. Well, between a really nice stable
platform in the Arkansas jon boat, the drag chain keeping us at the
right speed, and finally, some booming 75 foot double hauls with a
high speed strip of big fly, I’m finally fishing.
And then, then…the quietude was destroyed. I was standing in the
front of the boat, minding my own business, as we drifted downriver.
Since the chain was attached to the front of the boat, we were going
downstream motor first. The running line was a bit stiff and it had
tangled a bit in the bottom of the boat, so I was working to clear the
tangle.
The boat decided to spin a bit, so was out of line with the current
about 45 degrees when the drag chain caught on a log and the boat
snapped back in line. Basic physics kicked in. See, I was standing
above one point on the Earth. Physics says that unless I do something
to change that, I will remain at that point, even if the object I’m
standing on decides to abandon ship and move to another point in this
space/time continuum. One thing that did act upon me was the gunnel,
hitting me in the back of the knees.
Okay, now I’m airborne, doing a 180 degree spin from the vertical. I
then hit the water, the first temp check is done with the back of my
neck. Hmm, 52 degrees. Chill. I go under, do a divers turn, think
“this will make a great story,” say hi to the 41lb 8 oz trout that was
cruising under our boat, and come back up.
As I break the surface, I see the side of the boat and an oar handle
reaching out to me. I grab at the oar, but it’s too far away. The
next thing I know, I’m floating down the river with the oar beside
me. Okay, now time for an inventory. I’ve still got the guide’s rod
and reel in my hand. The fly has snagged on the gunnel so the line is
now screaming like I got a tuna. I reach out and grab the oar. Can’t
hurt. I even still have my hat on.
Inventory over, its action time. I remember my white water rescue
training and put the oar under my left arm, streamward, switch the rod
to my right, turn and put my feet together and float downstream, feet
up. In this way, I can use the oar as a keel and my feet will bounce
off anything that wants to pull me under. Using my arm as a fulcrum,
I paddle myself over to shore.
Meanwhile, back at the boat, the quick snap had thrown Mark into
Eastwood, tangling the two up. Eastwood pushes Mark away and he then
tries to reach me with the oar, finally throwing it at me. Mark and
Eastwood then try to turn the boat and come after me. Oopsy, the drag
chain is still locked on the log. They get free and then head down to
get me.
I’m about 50 to 75 yards downstream. The water was running at about
15,000 cfs, so I moved fairly quickly. I hand Mark the fly rod,
Eastwood is relieved. It’s about 1200 bucks worth of equipment and
its his. Oh, granted, he’s happy that I’m safe, but that’s a really
nice rod. I can totally understand this.
They pick me up, but unfortunately, I’ve no spare clothes. They’re
all 15 miles away at the campground. Mark loans me a pair of pants
and a shirt. Mark and I are not the same size, so I look like some
back country bum with a rope belt.
We fish the rest of the day without much luck. Yes, we catch fish,
but more on the size that we got with the chuckin’ and duckin’. None
of those 7 to 10 pounders we were looking for.
Oh well, I was fishing and not working.

On Thu, 8 Oct 2009 16:13:29 -0700 (PDT), Frank Reid
wrote:

Okay, I'm down to Mountain Home for the FFF Southern Council
Conclave. This event is close to, if not exceeding the national
convention.

*snipped (in case you didn't notice)*

Mark loans me a pair of pants
and a shirt. Mark and I are not the same size, so I look like some
back country bum with a rope belt.
We fish the rest of the day without much luck. Yes, we catch fish,
but more on the size that we got with the chuckin’ and duckin’. None
of those 7 to 10 pounders we were looking for.
Oh well, I was fishing and not working.


Well, there you go. Who here can compete with a Reid TR? Excellent
readage.

Geo. C.

I knew Frank would find a way to jump out of a perfectly good floating
boat......Hell of a report Frank not a real good time to foget your so-
spenders was it..........