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rw wrote:


Catching them on mice was a real kick -- a first for me. Never used
mammal imitations successfully before. :-)


what weight rod? short casts? how much trouble tossing those big,
odd-shaped patterns? retrieve methods? dead drift? i reckon i'm just
bolloxed by the thought of the whole deal... and, uh, are there other
mammals that you're considering? g

did you use the same outfitter?

how was the weather? any new suggestions or ideas for someone
considering a first trip? were the mosquitoes bad?

jeff

On Aug 28, 12:57*pm, Dave LaCourse wrote:
On Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:08:56 -0700 (PDT),

wrote:
Although it is nice to catch lots of big fish, that is not what
angling is about. *Somewhere along the line you missed out on the true
appreciation and essence of it, also in regard to your fellow anglers.
A true angler is happy when his companions or indeed any other angler
does well, catches fish, or enjoys himself, because they share his
joy.

Mike, you are so full of **** I am beginning to smell you across the
big pond. *I have been fly fishing since 1947. *Fly fishing is my
escape from worldly things. *Your escape is to come here and bitch and
moan about how everyone misunderstands you and says bad things about
you. *

RW is not my fellow angler. *He and I have not been friends for a long
time. *I couldn't care less what he does, and he feels the same about
me. *When I fish with friends in Maine or Labrador, I am overwhelmed
by their success. *I share flies (listen up, Harry! }), and they too
share with me. *

I have been to at least nine roffian claves, organizing two by myself.
I travel to fish with Tom Littleton, Tom Brown, Walt Winters, et al,
and I am thrilled when they catch a fish. *I take my two youngest
grandsons fishing at least twice a month for bluegills and bass.

My remarks to RW about the rainbows was what I experienced. *Most of
the rainbows in Alaska are bigger than 20 inches, or at least that has
been my experience. *If the positions had been reversed, I doubt very
much you would have said anything. *d)

As far as bragging about big fish..... when you fish Labrador, Alaska,
and Russian, there is nothing BUT big fish.

In short, Mike, you know diddly squat about my fishing.

Go fishing, Mike. *You need it.

What you have not grasped by now, you never will, and it is obviously
quite useless even trying to help you do so. I hope you don´t pass
your skewed values on to your grandchildren.

Unfortunately, I know a great deal more about you than I ever wanted
to, and a couple of others here. You have revealed extremely ugly
facets of your character on innumerable occasions. Things that most
people would be ashamed of, you brag about.

When I and many other anglers, ( I imagine most actually),read trip
reports from various people, we share in their experiences. We hear
how they fished, where they fished, what they caught, and can
empathise with a lot of what they experienced. We enjoy their
experiences vicariously, and they enjoy being able to share them. It
is quite immaterial whether a fellow angler is a friend or a stranger,
it is the angling that bonds them. Friends have other bonds, although
of course many may make friends of other anglers.

Many people on this group are not friends with you, or indeed others.
The motivations here vary quite a lot, but friendship is not one of
the major factors, and indeed neither is angling itself. Friends and
fellow anglers just don´t behave in such a manner. Also, you don´t
have to be friends with somebody to angle with him, or appreciate his
angling experiences. You could even angle with an enemy if you wished
to, as long as hostilities were suspended while angling, although the
enmity would doubtless overshadow and colour the experience.

Basically you buy your fish, ( Not to mention your other
gratifications like cars etc). You seem to see these things as some
sort of commodity rather than an an almost "spiritual" experience or
a joyous and absorbing pastime. You also think that having money makes
you a better person. You are so materially orientated that you are
blind to anything else.

Also, it´s not "your" fishing. It´s fishing, common to all anglers.

The more you write about your attitude, the more I understand what a
sad person you must be, and the more I understand how awful it is.
Your behaviour and attitude toward fellow anglers is disgraceful. You
obviously think people should admire you for what you are, simply
because you think it is somehow good,so they must also do so, and you
constantly denigrate and belittle others, presumably in the fond
belief that this increases your own status. You are also a bully who
tries to get his own way and force his opinion on others no matter
what.

Nobody likes behaviour like that. In person, many will doubtless take
the polite and sensible route, and say nothing to you. You may believe
me or not, but nobody likes such behaviour, and they don´t much care
where you have fished or what you have caught either when you behave
in such a manner.You donßt want to share anything, you just want to
impress and belittle others. This also explains why you get so
incensed and abusive when anybody disagrees with you. You think you
know it all, when in fact you don´t really know much at all, and you
constantly fear being shown up, which once again forces you to assert
yourself, which only makes matters worse.

Fishing is a personal experience which it is possible to share with
other like-minded individuals. A real angler is happy if he sees a kid
catch a few minnows.

You treat it as an entirely selfish endeavour, and see it as a means
to impress and ridicule others.

If you weren´t such a nasty piece of work, I would feel sorry for you.

On Aug 28, 2:43*pm, wrote:


I wrote this a long time ago, and I have experienced the situation of
both anglers at one time or another, I have also made some lifelong
friends as a result.

An angler went a fishing, with hopes exceeding high,
reaching the stream, he grabbed his gear, and tried to choose a fly.
First he looked at pheasant tails, in every shade and hue,
but then his eye caught woolly worms, of which he had a few,
From dry flies back to wet flies, and sorting through his nymphs,
he chopped and changed and hesitated, at every single glimpse.
The fish were rising madly, taking everything that flew,
but still the angler sought in vain, he did not have a clue.

"Well met my brother piscator", another angler hailed,
"How are you faring? Well I hope". "No, up to now I´ve failed.
My casting it is perfect, I have trained for many a year,
and the stream I know it well of course, I often fish it here,
the ways of fish and insects, are also quite well known,
and I have a copy of every one, that here has ever flown,
all this avails me nought I fear, of little use my constant muse,
out of all my large filled boxes, a fly I can not choose".


"That really is a problem, should I then have a look?,
out of all the lovely flies you have, one must bring you luck".
"I know, I know", the angler wailed, his anguish giving voice,
"but now I have so many flies, that I am spoilt for choice.
How have you done then, my friend, how many have you caught?
or has your day been lost as well, in long and useless thought?".
"Oh my creel is full", the angler said, "with good fish as you see,
I have no problems choosing flies, I only possess three".


"I started with a black one, and then used green and brown,
I don´t know what they imitate, but the fish just gulped them down".
"What patterns then?" Our angler cried, frustrated, full of anguish,
"Tell me the names of these great flies, let me not in ignorance
languish,
I am fairly certain if I knew, that lovely fish then, I would also
catch,
please tell me what the patterns are, so I may match the hatch".
"I would really like to help you, but to my everlasting shame,
I don´t know what the things are called, they may even have no name".


"I always use the same ones, and with considerable success,
but I know not what these things are called, what they imitate? much
less.
You may try one if you like though, you can even use my gear,
see, a lovely fish is rising, under the weeping willow here".
"I thank you brother angler, I would most gratefully essay a cast,
I would so like to catch a fish, before the opportunity is past"
No sooner said, than done, the gear was handed out,
and angler then essayed his cast, to the large and wary trout.


A perfect rise! A perfect strike! and battle then commenced,
and anglers blood went rushing, as the old rod strongly tensed,
the line sang loudly in the wind, as did the old and creaking reel,
as angler plied them with the greatest skill, the mighty fish to
creel.
Long minutes passed, though time stood still, the fish made one last
run,
with the greatest care the net was readied, as the fish was not yet
done.
Shaking with excitement, but still with perfect nerves, and icy calm,
the fish was landed then at last, and lay there cradled in the anglers
palm.


"My friend I thank you heartily, capturing such a prize has made my
day,
Do me the honour of your company a while, as we wander on our way.
Your gear is old but solid, and your flies are perfect works of art,
tell me something of yourself, or better yet come sup with me, before
we part".
"Right gladly will I do so Sir, congratulations on your lovely fish,
I am glad that I could help a little, in helping you to gain your
fervent wish".
The sun sinks ever lower in the summer sky, and at last the day then
ends,
its final rays, illuminating strangers of the morning, now forever
friends.

Tight Lines! ~ Mike Connor

jeff miller wrote:
rw wrote:


Catching them on mice was a real kick -- a first for me. Never used
mammal imitations successfully before. :-)


what weight rod? short casts? how much trouble tossing those big,
odd-shaped patterns? retrieve methods? dead drift? i reckon i'm just
bolloxed by the thought of the whole deal... and, uh, are there other
mammals that you're considering? g

did you use the same outfitter?

how was the weather? any new suggestions or ideas for someone
considering a first trip? were the mosquitoes bad?

jeff

The weather was outstanding (for Bristol Bay) -- only two days of rain
on a 12-day float. We used the same outfitter -- Papa Bear in Bethel.
Highly recommended.

The mosquitoes weren't bad, but the noseeums were at times very
annoying. I never had to use my head net.

The Kisaralik is a more challenging float than the other rivers we've
floated out of Bethel (the Kanektok and the Kwethluk). There are two
falls that we portaged around and lined the rafts down, and then two
class III rapids at Golden Gate. You could normally run the first falls,
but we were so heavily loaded that we didn't chance it.

There are, of course, the usual sweepers, so the rower has to pay attention.

If you ever float the Kisaralik try to make a holdover (two night) camp
at Red Rock. It has the best silver salmon slough I've ever seen and
also some excellent rainbow fishing right at the camp site. (No
30-inchers, though).

--
Cut "to the chase" for my email address.

Do me a favor,Mike and shut up. You are the most self centered, self
worshiping, verbose nut case I have ever run across. You don't know
me (thank heavens!) and anything you say about me matters not to me.

I fish more than you do and I don't buy my fish. I have the money to
spend on fishing. I have seen "sports" at the same camp not catch
very much because they don't know how to. Sort of like you. You talk
a great game, but as far as roff is concerned, you have only caught
one verified fish.

See a doc, Mike, and then, for your own sake and for ours, go fishing.

Dave

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 10:05:39 -0700, rw
wrote:

(No
30-inchers, though).

Too early.

Answering my own post to see how it feels to pull a Mikey.

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:40:38 -0400, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

Answering my own post to see how it feels to pull a Mikey.


Feels sort of stupid. Why didn't I say this........

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:41:51 -0400, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:40:38 -0400, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

Answering my own post to see how it feels to pull a Mikey.


Feels sort of stupid. Why didn't I say this........

......in my first post.

Davey Boy (lost in Mikey's World)

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:43:18 -0400, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:41:51 -0400, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

On Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:40:38 -0400, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

Answering my own post to see how it feels to pull a Mikey.


Feels sort of stupid. Why didn't I say this........

.....in my first post.

Davey Boy (lost in Mikey's World)

Ooooops, forgot:

Boo

Davey Boy