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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
The fish won . . .
Given the weather, John wasn't sure if we'd drift the Notty or the Saugeen -- we'd might even walk & wade the Bighead if things were really off. As it turned out, it let up enough for the 'geen to relax and clear a bit. John had two already booked so we're in Rob's boat. We don't know the other two but we run into them at the local Timmies before John and Rob arrive and we make the introductions with Ian and Tate. John is on time but our ride is nowhere to be seen. John let's us in on Rob's troubles as apparently his Dodge has taken an electrical hit thanks to a short in the trailer. After about ten minutes, the phone whines, informing John that Rob is underway. A few minutes later, an ancient, huge Ford edges it's way around the corner, towing a drift boat. Doing my best imitation of a Chief, I bellow across the parking lot, "Where did you get that ****ing, old pig?" Rob, in his disgruntled state, can only manage a "Hardy, har, har" as the old pig wheezes to a stop. The Dodge apparently has a terminal case of the shorts so the borrowed Ford is our ride. The meeting that followed decided on the 'geen despite the water conditions so it's off to the put-in. Of course, John has to detour for a pack of weeds, while we carry on in the pig. We're the first boat in and I leave the Pirate to his suiting up while I chase shadows in the murk. A holler let's me know that party's about to start and I look up to see bodies sprawled on the frost coated dock. Somebody had gone down trying to get in and pulled one or more with him -- what a hoot. No damage done and we're off. Can't see a ****ing thing. Rob swears that there's fish against the bank but the Pirate and I go bug-eyed trying to see them without luck. We makes some drifts and I feel a tug. I'm beginning to think Rob is seeing things but a tail breaks the surface -- they're there alright. Nothing. We're off, playing tag with John's boat, trading curses and insults, trying to find fish. Drift, drift, cast, cast, dick-all. At the island, we break for lunch and I bust out the spey rod for a few drifts. Rob tries his hand at a few snake rolls while I try to figure out where my spey stroke has gone. A morning with the single hander has me all ****ed up. Luck has us cruising up first to a long riffle where clearly visible pods of fish are jockeying for position and taking bites out of one another's asses. Rob is clearly concerned over our lack of production so he has the Pirate drifting an egg fly. Louie looks askance -- not fond of the apparition on the end of his line, but he follows the guide's advice. I have a new pattern to try as the old **** hasn't had a sniff. Rob leaves me to my own devices. Snag a rock, lift it off, snag a salmon, roll it off, snag a rock, lift it off, snag a salmon, roll it. . . a big head erupts out of the water and tosses the hook in a gaping shake. "****, that one was fair!" Time to get my head out of my arse. Still it happens again and again. I've lost four fair, including one where I clearly saw the fish lunge and hit. The Pirate has some hookups but his LLRs are running at 100% too. We move on to the next long riffle. Up against the bank, a pod is working and I get out of the boat to fish to a big buck. Within a few casts, he grabs the fly and starts a slow waltz back 'n forth across the current. I stay behind him, pointing him upstream. Rob has a go with the net, but in the commotion, he gets downstream of me. The river is about 200' across at this point and moving fast. I could wade it but . . . Rob yells at me to get in the boat but I fight the bugger downstream. Like two old lumberjacks pulling on an equally old saw, we rhythmically ebb and flow as he rips off some line then I slowly work it back. I try to get downstream off him but he senses my shift and runs again and again. Across the swollen river we go with Rob still telling me to get into the boat. I give in and step in only to see the fish make a dash under the still tight anchor rope. A quick pull sideways, disabuses him of that notion, but being still ****ed and full of fight, he slides between Rob and the side of the boat, under the oar, and out toward the bow. I damn near jam the rod tip into bottom as weave it around the oar, away from Rob, by the side, and draw the fish clear of the bow. Rob yells out that he can't believe I managed that without losing the fish or breaking the rod. Meanwhile, the Pirate is bashing away at another pod but the egg fly doesn't have any magic. Ian and Tate are flogging their bit but the attention begins to shift toward the battle that shows no early sign of letting up. Out of the confining boat I go, having dealt with another pass under the boat, and managing rod transfers with Rob as we maintain a firm line as I stumble out. Back downstream toward a quiet spot. Rob makes repeated stabs but the fish bolts each time. About 60' across current and still he's pulling; we decide that Rob won't try for him, instead I'll bring the fish to him. With very steady sideways tension, I work him back across current until he's level with Rob. Then I ease up and he slides back in the current to the waiting net. As Rob begins the lift, he senses the trap and makes a desperate lunge but he's timed it too late and he's ours. Damn, but what a tough fish. The high fives go around, the Pirate takes a couple of shots, and we put the warrior back in. Rob expects to have to revive him but the fish isn't taking any of that **** and he's gone like a rocket. I don't know who was more tired, me or the fish. Me, I think. I wasn't going anywhere like a rocket. I needed to sit down. Ya, me fer sure. That was the trip. One fish. Louie had a few goes but the fishing gods weren't with him. My new, little fly was totally destroyed by the buck but it's a keeper. A good trip -- thanks for coming up Dave -- see ya in May for round four. Peter turn mailhot into hotmail to reply Eastern Spey Clave, October 4th and 5th, 2003 http://www.easternclave.ca Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.mountaincable.net/~pcharl...ers/index.html |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
Peter Charles writes:
great report snipped A good trip -- thanks for coming up Dave -- see ya in May for round four. You betchum. One question: Does Winston make gas masks? d;o) |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
On 10 Oct 2003 00:03:23 GMT, irate (Dave LaCourse)
wrote: Peter Charles writes: great report snipped A good trip -- thanks for coming up Dave -- see ya in May for round four. You betchum. One question: Does Winston make gas masks? d;o) Ya, but they leak where the wrinkles meet the seals. Peter turn mailhot into hotmail to reply Eastern Spey Clave, October 4th and 5th, 2003 http://www.easternclave.ca Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.mountaincable.net/~pcharl...ers/index.html |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
"Peter Charles" wrote... Dave LaCourse wrote: Peter Charles writes: great report snipped A good trip -- thanks for coming up Dave -- see ya in May for round four. You betchum. One question: Does Winston make gas masks? Ya, but they leak where the wrinkles meet the seals. I believe I speak for the rest of the group when I say that's WAY too much information. Nice TR, Peter. Thanks. Do you have any pictures of the frosty dock scene? Priceless. -- TL, Tim http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
On Fri, 10 Oct 2003 02:07:34 GMT, "Tim J."
wrote: "Peter Charles" wrote... Dave LaCourse wrote: Peter Charles writes: great report snipped A good trip -- thanks for coming up Dave -- see ya in May for round four. You betchum. One question: Does Winston make gas masks? Ya, but they leak where the wrinkles meet the seals. I believe I speak for the rest of the group when I say that's WAY too much information. Nice TR, Peter. Thanks. Do you have any pictures of the frosty dock scene? Priceless. I wish, could've been good for some pocket money. Peter turn mailhot into hotmail to reply Eastern Spey Clave, October 4th and 5th, 2003 http://www.easternclave.ca Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.mountaincable.net/~pcharl...ers/index.html |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
Tim writes:
Do you have any pictures of the frosty dock scene? Priceless. It would have reminded you of a Three Stooches routine. I slipped on the dock, knocking down Rob the guide. Tate, a fellow fisherman, came to our rescue, but he slipped, knocking us down again just as we were about the get our feet under us. Uhhhh, it was slick as hell. No damage. Lots of laughs. Unfortunately, no pix. |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
"Dave LaCourse" wrote... Tim writes: Do you have any pictures of the frosty dock scene? Priceless. It would have reminded you of a Three Stooches routine. I slipped on the dock, knocking down Rob the guide. Tate, a fellow fisherman, came to our rescue, but he slipped, knocking us down again just as we were about the get our feet under us. Uhhhh, it was slick as hell. No damage. Lots of laughs. Unfortunately, no pix. In 1990 I took my family to Newport, RI for the first time and we walked the Cliff Walk (http://www.cliffwalk.com/sect2.htm). My daredevil son (yes, the same one who broke his back) slipped on wet rocks and slid into a cove where waves were crashing against the rocks. In my rescue attempt, I slipped also and my eyeglasses bounced off my head and into the cove - fortunately I did not. A skin diver was able to swim around the rocks and lift my son onto dry land. It was an expensive outing ($40 to diver, who also rescued my glasses), but could have been a LOT worse. It's pretty comical looking back at that slip-n-slide routine now, and we all get a good laugh out of it, but it wasn't too funny at the time. Before you ask, no pix. -- TL, Tim ------------------------ http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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TR -- The Saugeen, round three
Peter Charles:
The fish won . . . Don't they always? We keep lying to them and they keep learning the lies. But from FL, where the swimming pool is still around 80 F, this made wonderful reading and reminds me that I've always enjoyed those streams that exist in middle latitudes and higher altitudes. -- ---- Stev Lenon 91B20 '68-'69 Drowning flies to Darkstar Save a cow, eat a PETA http://web.tampabay.rr.com/stevglo/i...age92kword.htm |
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