Zero to 100 MPH

I'm two outings that were great learning days, behind. But today punctuated what I wrote yesterday. So I'll back in to the other days.

Fifty five minutes today on a lake that is golden this time of year, not a fish. Not even a miss. Fly fishing! A fairly large lake and I covered half of it in that time-so I was moving as I teach. Knowing that in the situation of that first 55 minutes, if the last place didn't yield some fish, I was outta there!

Throwing the ginger/flash fly jig again, I got into them at that "last spot". But noted about as many indicator jiggles as actual hookups. Feeling the need to make a change in the fly, I was cautious not to make a drastic change. Keep it near the same color, and go for the nymph that the late Charles Kraft said was good 12 months of the year. But this year, I began tying a hint of flash in it and I'll say, if a real nymph of the same class landed next to mine, I'd choose mine! (Which is how the tackle industry survives. Making lures that catch the fisherman and not necessarily the fish.) The CK nymph is simply yarn, grizzly hackle and wood duck feather. My touch is the flash. Thread is 140 UTC and I don't get too excited if I run out of a particular color. I have a couple dozen colors of Sharpies and simply pull thread off the bobbin, color it and rewind it. Kind of a poor man's fly tying process though in this case, it's more a lazy about shopping man's process.

So I spent 55 minutes covering about 1/2 mile but when I got to this place, I spent the next three hours "back and forthing" a 30 yard area of two weed patches. Fifty...50...bluegill, red ear, and one confused bass during that three hours. And I quit. Because I need to learn to stop fishing and go "do life".