o.k., so mr. church didn't get skunked-

"Tim Lysyk" wrote in message
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snakefiddler wrote:

i would give him a chance to defend himself, but the old fella is nappin
again :-)

snakefiddler

Keeping score only angers the fishing gods. Bad form indeed. Some day,
you will pay for this hubris.

Tim Lysyk

i think you're right about that. went out this morning, and couldn't get
out a decent cast for a good 1/2 hour. then i made numerous attempts to
decorate the trees, although i did manage to save my fly each time. then i
caught my fly up in a log in some creepy, snakey lookin water, and waded out
to my waist to get it - so much for fishin in there. it was such a nice
spot- frank had brought to hand a pretty 8" brookie from there not too long
before that, and so i waited a while until i thought maybe the fish might
come back out from hiding, and fished it some more.
i never even got so much as a strike during the whole mornin. plus, i got
skunked......


no more bragging
(well, for a little while anyway ;-} )

snakefiddler

snakefiddler wrote:

no more bragging
(well, for a little while anyway ;-} )

snakefiddler

I know this from experience. When my wife and I started fly fishing, we
used to keep score, or brag about how many more fish we would would
catch or were catching than the other. All it really seemd to result in
was an immediate reversal of fortune. For example...

Me: "How many fish do you have?"
Her: "Three, and you?"
Me: "Seven...snicker snicker..."

half an hour later:

Her: "How many now?"
Me: "Eight...and you?"
Her: "Fifteen....loser"

And so on.

We found it was much not to keep count.

Tim Lysyk

snakefiddler wrote:

no more bragging
(well, for a little while anyway ;-} )

snakefiddler

I know this from experience. When my wife and I started fly fishing, we
used to keep score, or brag about how many more fish we would would
catch or were catching than the other. All it really seemd to result in
was an immediate reversal of fortune. For example...

Me: "How many fish do you have?"
Her: "Three, and you?"
Me: "Seven...snicker snicker..."

half an hour later:

Her: "How many now?"
Me: "Eight...and you?"
Her: "Fifteen....loser"

And so on.

We found it was much not to keep count.

Tim Lysyk