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We then played a game of chase me with the bull. We then took turns distracting the bull while the other one retrieved pieces of our gear. After numerous trips and more chases, we had assembled everything we had brought and headed home.

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that is a great story……thanks. reminds me of the time we backpacked near the susquehanna river close to a railroad track. At about 2 am a train came up the valley  and I jumped up out of the sleeping bag. I was sure that our tent was right on the tracks. It wasnt funny then but I sure do laugh about it now. -Walter – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Ken’s trashing of the fishing in central Illinois and another thread that discussed setting up camp in the dark brought back a memory of a trip I made with a fishing buddy named John when I was in college. After classes one Friday in Spring, we took off for the weekend to fish a couple of feeder creeks.  The Smallmouths had moved into these small stream from the larger rivers to spawn earlier in the year. Some had stayed on to feed on the Chubs that also used the streams for breeding. These small creeks ranged from ten to twenty feet in width and wound their way through farmers’ fields of soybeans, cattle and corn.  Most farmers left stands of trees bordering the creeks. Being the only wooded stands amidst miles of farmers’ crops, these small pockets of nature drew the wildlife. Deer, raccoons, opossums, muskrats, rabbits, pheasants, ducks, hawks and a wide range of songbirds kept us company. In the Spring, the creeks generally held some color but they were clear enough to see several feet into the water and were easy, pleasant wading.  Some of them were spring creeks or at least, spring-like with their flows running through layers of fragmented limestone. They held some disproportionately large fish for such small bodies of water. During the day we caught Smallmouths, Chubs, Rockbass and other assorted panfish, Catfish and an occasional Carp on the tiny lures we tossed with our ultra light gear. But in the evening and early mornings, the bigger Smallmouths, up to four pounds, would smash the weird balsa wood poppers we concocted that we flung at them with our fly rods. John felt that the bigger fish were literate and usually painted "EAT ME" on the bottom of his hoping to lure the bigger fish. These bigger, surface feeding Smallmouths were a kick, especially in streams so tiny. We got to the area we wanted to fish and with our backpacks on, we worked our way upstream. I don’t remember the fishing on that day but it must have been pretty good because it was dark when we decided to set up camp.  We ate a dinner of fresh caught fish next to the stream but because of the darkness and the uneven terrain, we couldn’t find a level place to sleep. At the edge of the wooded area, we came to a barbed wire fence that we climb over to look for level ground. We finally found what we felt was a suitable place, unrolled our sleeping bags and called it a night. Numerous times during the night I was awaken by something. Most times, since I heard nothing, I ignored it and went back to sleep. Several times I sat up to look around, but without my contact lenses, I could see nothing in the moonless night. However, I heard some pounding sounds that trailed off from where we slept. After several such episodes, I was very spooked.  I finally decided to wake up John to see if he had heard anything, but since he slept like a dead man, he had heard nothing, called me an idiot, and told me to leave him alone and go back to sleep. After a very disruptive sleep, I awoke again at dawn and when I looked around, I saw a herd of cows standing in a circle around us. When I sat up, they ran off with pounding hooves. I yelled at John to wake up. We talked about our invasion of the cow’s territory and had a good laugh. We got dressed and when we went to pick up our sleeping bags, we found them encrusted with slimy, green cow shit.  John’s had just one small spot, but my blue bag looked like it had been painted green because of the acrobats I had performed during my fitful night. John gave me some more "shit" as we assembled our gear. Holding the sleeping bags in our arms, we spotted an unusually large "cow" standing alone, about fifty feet across the field who was staring at us with a lowered head. The "cow" then charged us. Dropping our gear, I went one way, John another. The bull chose me to chase but luckily I was close to the fence and got through before the bull reached me. The bull then went after John. John made it to the fence before the bull but as he was making his way through, his shirt got stuck on a barb and the bull ended up giving him a final, not too gentle, nudge through the fence. We then played a game of chase me with the bull. We then took turns distracting the bull while the other one retrieved pieces of our gear. After numerous trips and more chases, we had assembled everything we had brought and headed home. Willi

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Nice one Willi, that is how I prefer my bullshit ! TL MC — "Where fishing is concerned, most anglers are basically manic excessives" http://www.mikeconnor.de Ken’s trashing of the fishing in central Illinois and another thread that discussed setting up camp in the dark brought back a memory of a trip I made with a fishing buddy named John when I was in college.

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[nice story snipped] your story calls to mind a day when I was fishing a small trout river near where I live last season. Most of the river runs through heavily wooded country but on one section it runs through a couple of acres of pasture. It was on this section where the casting is easier that I was fishing from the shallows, intently absorbed on getting my Greenwells to drift in a convincing fashion past what appeared to be a reasonable sized brownie that was rising every couple of minutes.  I must have been there about 10 minutes or so when I heard a low snuffle type sound and then got that hairs rising on the back of the neck feeling that I was being watched.   I turned around and standing all around me in a tight semi-circle no more than twenty feet away were about 30 or more bullocks and heifers all staring intently at me like they were fascinated by what I was doing. how they had snuck up on me without my hearing and how I had managed to avoid hooking one on the backcast I don’t know. They weren’t doing me any harm, but I discovered its just as off- putting being closely and silently observed by cattle as it is by people.  Each time I waded a bit further upstream my bovine gallery moved along with me.  Ordering them to fuck off and waving my rod at them produced no more than a bit of foot shuffling and guilty looks on their part.  Eventually had to give it up and head for the woods, where the solitude more than compensated for the snagged bushes and trees. traprain

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They weren’t doing me any harm, but I discovered its just as off- putting being closely and silently observed by cattle as it is by people.  Each time I waded a bit further upstream my bovine gallery moved along with me.  Ordering them to fuck off and waving my rod at them produced no more than a bit of foot shuffling and guilty looks on their part.  Eventually had to give it up and head for the woods, where the solitude more than compensated for the snagged bushes and trees. traprain

Hey Trapain,  I get the curious cows   in the meadows  too.  They frightened me as a 9 year old,  but since then I learned that they are just scared/inquisitive of you.    Sounds like you and I fish similar rivers too; wooded sections and then relatively open meadow.  My biggest foe on the river is the pesky flies that persist the open areas in July and August. The little sods fly in your face when you are trying hard to concentrate, etc.  When moving into the wooded sections,  I find a blissful escape,  as the flies don’t seem to plague these areas.

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Ken’s trashing of the fishing in central Illinois and another thread that discussed setting up camp in the dark brought back a memory of a trip I made with a fishing buddy named John when I was in college. After classes one Friday in Spring, we took off for the weekend to fish a couple of feeder creeks.  The Smallmouths had moved into these small stream from the larger rivers to spawn earlier in the year. Some had stayed on to feed on the Chubs that also used the streams for breeding. These small creeks ranged from ten to twenty feet in width and wound their way through farmers’ fields of soybeans, cattle and corn.  Most farmers left stands of trees bordering the creeks. Being the only wooded stands amidst miles of farmers’ crops, these small pockets of nature drew the wildlife. Deer, raccoons, opossums, muskrats, rabbits, pheasants, ducks, hawks and a wide range of songbirds kept us company. In the Spring, the creeks generally held some color but they were clear enough to see several feet into the water and were easy, pleasant wading.  Some of them were spring creeks or at least, spring-like with their flows running through layers of fragmented limestone. They held some disproportionately large fish for such small bodies of water. During the day we caught Smallmouths, Chubs, Rockbass and other assorted panfish, Catfish and an occasional Carp on the tiny lures we tossed with our ultra light gear. But in the evening and early mornings, the bigger Smallmouths, up to four pounds, would smash the weird balsa wood poppers we concocted that we flung at them with our fly rods. John felt that the bigger fish were literate and usually painted "EAT ME" on the bottom of his hoping to lure the bigger fish. These bigger, surface feeding Smallmouths were a kick, especially in streams so tiny. We got to the area we wanted to fish and with our backpacks on, we worked our way upstream. I don’t remember the fishing on that day but it must have been pretty good because it was dark when we decided to set up camp.  We ate a dinner of fresh caught fish next to the stream but because of the darkness and the uneven terrain, we couldn’t find a level place to sleep. At the edge of the wooded area, we came to a barbed wire fence that we climb over to look for level ground. We finally found what we felt was a suitable place, unrolled our sleeping bags and called it a night. Numerous times during the night I was awaken by something. Most times, since I heard nothing, I ignored it and went back to sleep. Several times I sat up to look around, but without my contact lenses, I could see nothing in the moonless night. However, I heard some pounding sounds that trailed off from where we slept. After several such episodes, I was very spooked.  I finally decided to wake up John to see if he had heard anything, but since he slept like a dead man, he had heard nothing, called me an idiot, and told me to leave him alone and go back to sleep. After a very disruptive sleep, I awoke again at dawn and when I looked around, I saw a herd of cows standing in a circle around us. When I sat up, they ran off with pounding hooves. I yelled at John to wake up. We talked about our invasion of the cow’s territory and had a good laugh. We got dressed and when we went to pick up our sleeping bags, we found them encrusted with slimy, green cow shit.  John’s had just one small spot, but my blue bag looked like it had been painted green because of the acrobats I had performed during my fitful night. John gave me some more "shit" as we assembled our gear. Holding the sleeping bags in our arms, we spotted an unusually large "cow" standing alone, about fifty feet across the field who was staring at us with a lowered head. The "cow" then charged us. Dropping our gear, I went one way, John another. The bull chose me to chase but luckily I was close to the fence and got through before the bull reached me. The bull then went after John. John made it to the fence before the bull but as he was making his way through, his shirt got stuck on a barb and the bull ended up giving him a final, not too gentle, nudge through the fence. We then played a game of chase me with the bull. We then took turns distracting the bull while the other one retrieved pieces of our gear. After numerous trips and more chases, we had assembled everything we had brought and headed home.   Willi

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Greetings all, I am planning on taking my son on some fishing trips here in the next few weeks; he is relatively young and just starting in fishing.  We are planning on going to the South-East corner of Minnesota for the trips but we are somewhat new to the area and not familiar with the rivers and streams.  I would like to find a river or stream that we camp nearby for a night or two and that he can fish in while I can also do some fly fishing (preferable within walking distance of the camp.) Does anyone know of any places like this in the area that they could recommend to us?  We would greatly appreciate any information that we get. Thanks….

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… Does anyone know of any places like this in the area that they could recommend to us? …

Whitewater State Park. — Ken Fortenberry

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After a long cold spell, the temps hit sixty yesterday. As a respite for the 14 hour days I work during Christmas Break, I decided to get out for a couple of hours and enjoy the weather. My home river had been well frozen but since early December the flows have been good. When I got to the river, I noticed it had opened up some and it carried a slight amount of color from the melting snow and ice. I walked along enjoying the warm sun and checking the most promising areas for midging fish. I walked down to the river and dipped in my hand to check the water temp. The water was/seemed even colder than it was during the colder weather. I’ve read that thawing ice and melting snow from warmer weather can actually lower stream temps. My experience echoes this. It usually takes a couple of warmer days in the middle of the Winter to get the fish stirring. The first warm day seems to result in fewer feeding fish. Anyway, the usual Winter midging areas were devoid of fish and I saw very few midges out. The trail rises high above the the upper flats area, a major feeding area for a large, deep pool downstream, and fish spotting is good. I saw no fish in this quarter mile stretch. I continued to walk for awhile watching the ducks and the other birds and enjoying the day. Seeing no fish, I turned around and headed back to my van. I decided to check out one more spot before calling it quits. I sat down on a rock and watched the river for awhile. There, at the end of a current tongue was a small dimple or was it my imagination?  A couple of minutes later, the fish sipped another midge. Fish rising very occasionally like this one are often very difficult to rise to a fly because they are either mainly feeding underwater or are not earnestly feeding. Since, it was the only feeding fish I spotted, I gave it a try. Using a size 22 emerger midge, I made a series of casts to the general area of the rising fish with no results, when I spotted a dimple in a different area. Either the fish was cruising or there was more than one fish out. I stopped fishing for minute and watched for the next rise.  A fish sipped a midge closer in and I covered the rise with several casts, then had a solid take. The fish was surprising lively, given the cold water, and leapt out of the water several times. I slid the the fish onto an ice shelve and admired the bright coloration the Rainbows seems to take on during the Winter. I removed the hook, slid it into the water, sat down and watched the river again for spell.  The fish was either the only one feeding, or more likely, the others were put down by its aerobatics because I saw no other feeders. I packed up and headed home. Today, the temps will again be in the upper 50’s and maybe they’ll be a few more fish! Willi

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…..Usual good reportage snipped… Thanks for the report, Willi. Just goes to show how a one-fish-trip can be a great trip. Danl Who would walk out to his "home water" cept for the 6 hour drive.

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    (captivating report snipped) damn, man, i love getting these reports.  you have a terrific, direct prose style.  paradise painted with a few strong colors. wayno

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After about a week of training some extra summer help, I finally found time to get away yesterday. Runoff has really been moderate this year. Although the river was fairly high, it was only slightly discolored and carried some mud. I fished midday and there were numerous hatches going on, small Mays and a variety of caddis. The fish were very active and had moved into aggressive feeding stations in the few small pockets of calm water they found in the shallow runs and rapids. I got a number of strikes and landed a couple fish on a skittered dry, but didn’t really get into the fish until I started using nymphs. The fish I was targeting were in the areas of shallow, but heavy water. They were in the slower water lies at the edges of the stream and behind every substantial obstruction that provided protection from the current. Fishing was easy.  The fish were totally unselective and were feeding aggressively enough that they would come out of their lies and chase down the nymphs instead of waiting for the food to be drifting to them. The fights were spirited and aerobatic in the heavy flows. Fun, non fussy fishing. Willi

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(pleasant report snipped) The fish were totally unselective and were feeding aggressively enough that they would come out of their lies and chase down the nymphs instead of waiting for the food to be drifting to them. The fights were spirited and aerobatic in the heavy flows. Fun, non fussy fishing. Willi

    willi, i think you have more pleasant trips astream than all the rest of us combined.  thanks for the report, and congratulations on a charmed piscatorial life. wayno

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I live five minutes away from an urban river, as do over 100,000 other people, but very few other people fish it for a variety of reasons. I’m self employed and I try to get out, even if it’s only for an hour, as often as possible.  Much better for your soul than watching the tube. Every where I’ve lived, with the exception of Chicago, I’ve managed to find some fishing close by that was ignored by other people. Not always trout sometimes a stream with smallmouth and rockbass, a farm pond with bluegills and bass, or a muddy creek with catfish. People tend to drive past lots of good water to get to some far off place that is somehow better. Willi – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – (pleasant report snipped) The fish were totally unselective and were feeding aggressively enough that they would come out of their lies and chase down the nymphs instead of waiting for the food to be drifting to them. The fights were spirited and aerobatic in the heavy flows. Fun, non fussy fishing. Willi     willi, i think you have more pleasant trips astream than all the rest of us combined.  thanks for the report, and congratulations on a charmed piscatorial life. wayno

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Not much of a report actually, Kathy . I think you were going for something like SPAM. Capt. Gary S. Colecchio West Palm Beach "Lie ? Me ? Never!  No, no, no, the truth is far too much fun !" – Captain Hook

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Would be nice to know where you are talking about in the Florida Panhandle. Destin? Port St. Joe? ….other?

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This past month has been HOT! HOT! HOT! Not only record temperature-wise but the Tarpon have been here in very large numbers. They have been cruising through AND laying up in the bay, great opportunities for both Fly fisherman and Plug Casters alike. Some days this month we have had up to 35 shots at Tarpon on Fly, with a respectable hook up ratio. Though we have been after the Tarpon since early May, barring unforeseen weather (the "H" word) we plan on fishing for them into September.     Tarpon aren’t the only fish to grace our waters this time of year either. We have seen huge schools of Black Drum, some nice sized Redfish, Tripletail, Sharks, Cobia, Jack Crevalle and other reef fish. For more details and information please email me direct or call me at 850-653-8896. Thanks! Kathy Robinson

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Hi, My son is very keen to take up fly fishing but the problem is that I (his dad) knows nothing about the right equipment to buy. He intends to fish for trout and salmon on both lakes and rivers in Scotland. What should I be looking for? Any advice greatly appreciated. Thanks

Hi- You might want to take a look at the GORP article entitled Tackle Time for Kids (http://www.gorp.com/gorp/publishers/countryman/fis_kids.htm) which includes some tips on buying your child their first fly rod. Hope you find what you are looking for! Regards, Diane GORP – http://www.gorp.com GORP Fishing = http://www.gorp.com/gorp/activity/fishing.htm

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_____A simple cane pole and a can of worms, a pond full of gills and a couple of old fashioned boloney sandwiches topped off with a can of Coke.  You’ll make a fisherman of him, I promise. Mr. G.

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Hi, I think its great you’ve taken the time to research this a bit first ! For a good all round outfit, start with an 8′6" rod for a 7 wgt. line and a reel that is for the same. The rod and the reel and line should all be 7 or 8 weight – this combination is perfect for your situation as it will be just right for most trout in Scotland, but will handle salmon, too. Bill Curry Tight Lines Guide Service http://www.tightlines.ns.ca – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi, My son is very keen to take up fly fishing but the problem is that I (his dad) knows nothing about the right equipment to buy. He intends to fish for trout and salmon on both lakes and rivers in Scotland. What should I be looking for? Any advice greatly appreciated. Thanks

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Hi, My son is very keen to take up fly fishing but the problem is that I (his dad) knows nothing about the right equipment to buy. He intends to fish for trout and salmon on both lakes and rivers in Scotland. What should I be looking for? Any advice greatly appreciated. Thanks

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I’d suggest trying to find a local trout unlimited or Salmon unlimited fishing group.  Your son will need a mentor to help him learn how to flyfish.  I bet the local fishing shop will know of some local clubs to help your son.  Maybe you’d like to join too and share a hobby with your son.  

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the problem is that I (his dad) knows nothing about the right equipment to buy.

First of all, dad, don’t go uot and buy top of the line stuff. You’re son won’t need it. Go down to your local FF shop and ask for a beginner kit that has everything- rod, reel, flyline, leader, tippet, etc. Cortland makes several sets that are real serviceable. Second, enroll him in a local FF club. He’ll learn the right way to use his equipment, and meet a lot of people who will be able to help him in his new found sport. And with luck, You will catch the bug, too. Feel free to e- mail me if you have further questions. Best regards, Frank. Frank Longtine 1984 Ford F-150 1973 Rokon Trail Breaker 1994 Specialized Stumpjumper Two good feet

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Can anyone give me some information or hints about fishing for N. Pike in Sweden ? I’ve heard about pike fishing in the Baltic sea, but can’t find any information about it… Gertjan Gertjan Doedens The Netherlands

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Can anyone give me some information or hints about fishing for N. Pike in Sweden ? I’ve heard about pike fishing in the Baltic sea, but can’t find any information about it… Gertjan

Try some of these sites for more info, but I know most of the pike fishing in the Baltic is lure fishing from boats with very little bait fishing.  If you need anymore help, e mail me direct as I have a few articles in mags here that cover the pike fishing in the Baltic. <UL <LI<A HREF="http://www.algonet.se/~henrik_b/"Baltic Sea Sportfishing</A <LI <A HREF="http://www.pi.se/magnus.ugander/fb_home.html"Specimen Group – Fina Biten Homepage</A <LI <A HREF="http://www.bahnhof.se/~jrpstrom/index.html"The Specimen Group – Team Cisco</A <LI <A HREF="http://hem1.passagen.se/birger1/index.html"Sportfiskeguiden</A <A HREF="http://www.capricorn.se/" Capricorn Fly-Fishing. </A <LI <A HREF="http://www.pi.se/magnus.ugander/carphome.html" Carp Invaders Homepage. </A <LI <A HREF="http://www.algonet.se/~fishhole/fishhole.htm" The Fishing Hole. </A <LI <A HREF="http://www.ts.umu.se/~widmark/lwfishxl.html" LW’s Fishing Site. </A <LI <A HREF="http://www.pi.se/magnus.ugander/mu_home.htm" Magnus Ugander Specimen Fishing Page. </A <LI <A HREF="http://pew.psy.gu.se/~psymarer/salmon.html?" Martin G. Erikson’s Homepage. </A </UL <P — Davy Holt Surfing from Clydebank,        *"O Sir, doubht not that angling is Scotland.                      * an art… The question is rather The Scottish Angling Homepage  * whether you are capable of http://www.dholt.demon.co.uk/  * learning  it?"     Izaack Walton  

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Would like to get some info on fishing for pike, bass etc. in Alberta, Manitoba, and Sask. Places you have fished. I am from the West Coast so this is all new to me. I will be bringing my own boat and camper Thanks for your help.

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In Manitoba there are numerous spots for Pike but htere are only two GREAT musky Lakes and all you can keep is a picture. They stock them at 38". Does that tell you anything? Lots of good lakes with big Pike "Way up North" but I caught the biggest Pike of my career right in Lake of the Prairies. Lots of 48" stuff that weighs in the 30 to 35 lb range. Water is high in fertility so it makes for very large fish very early. If you have a big enough Boat and your going through Saskatchewan hit LAke Deifenbaker. You’l catch anything from Pike to Atlantic Salmon. Probably the most underated fishery in the Province and lots of good camping in a priairie environment. You’ll see more animals than you will in the far North and again the water fertility is very high. — Bob Sheedy Angling Adventures North Lake Fly Fishing On-Line Magazine Home of MASTER ANGLER Fishing Software http://www.articfire.com/arcfire/fishing.htm

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It’s nice to hear from someone who is interested in fishing in Saskatchewan. I live in North Battleford and would recommend any of the lakes in this area. There are no Bass around here, mainly Pike, Walleye, Perch and Stocked Trout. Murray Lake and Jackfish Lake are located 20 minutes North of the city, within our Provincial Park which is very beautiful. They are known for limits of 10" – 12" Perch, lots of Walleye, the largest being about 7 – 8 lbs, as well as plenty of Pike, the largest being 32 lbs. We have stocked Trout lakes such as Twin Lakes, and Picnic Lake, but the sizes caught would probably be considerably smaller than you are used to, 2 – 10 lbs. Also running through the center of the city is the beautiful Saskatchewan River, which has produced Walleye over 10 lbs, as well as Sturgeon up to and exceeding the 100 lb mark. I hope this helps, and I hope your stay in our wonderful province is a memorable one. Good Fishing!

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I would love to here your experiences. I fish out of Key West every year and will be down there this year from the week of June 23.  I know it will be a lot of work for you, but reading your journal will get me even more excited about my trip.   Thanks for the offer Bob Price

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Me too! Bill Battles

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I didn’t post yesterday because I was tired of reporting no fishing. In fact, I was tired of not going fishing, the kind of tired you get when you sleep or think too much. Today I took out Nicholas V., who I met in Belize last fall.  I had a one-day cancellation and he came down from NY.  So I slipped on my long underwear (it was 58 degrees when I got up) and said to myself, "I’m going to be miserable all day long and I’m going to love it." The water is very cold from a barrage of cold fronts and even though this should be the best permit fishing of the year, I didn’t expect to see much today.  (Del B. called yesterday and said they didn’t see a fish all day.) The wind was 10-15 out of the northeast and there was a clear blue sky.  We set out for a warm spot (some flats are warmer than others, or at least the fish think so) on the oceanside about 18 miles west of Key West, began fishing a flat on a low incoming tide, poled about 2 miles and saw nothing.  We then ran into the lakes and poled a strip bank looking for ‘cudas, and lo and behold ran across a couple of pairs of permit.  We weren’t prepared to cast to them, but we did hook a decent cuda on a mylar-tube fly that I like.  We decided to keep cuda fishing because Nick just wanted to hook anything and neither of us thought we’d see many permit.  We checked another basin for cudas, then another strip bank where we saw another couple of pairs of permit.  We then ran out to an oceanside flat to look on the high outgoing, saw nothing on one flat, and one tailing, mudding permit of about 12 lbs. on the next.  Nick had a little bit of difficulty seeing him but the permit could see Nick’s bright yellow raincoat just fine, it turns out. We ran down to two more oceanside flats and saw a couple of permit on each one, but they were very spooky.  Finally we ran to a large gulfside flat for the high outgoing and had a couple of good shots at permit, but the water was off color and Nick didn’t pick them up right away. On the way home we stopped and cast at a couple of cobias on rays, and then spent about half-an-hour taking turns practice casting and talking about what bad casters we were before heading home.   Marshall Cutchin

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Is anyone interested in a daily account of what a Florida Keys flats guide experiences?  I have had this idea for quite a while: to publish in the newsgroup what happens on consecutive days of fishing so that readers would see beyond the hype and, perhaps, into the more sublime and humorous aspects of guided trips in the Lower Florida Keys.  This would only work if I posted every day, so it would require some stamina on my part and I would only do it if there were enough interest.   Marshall Cutchin

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Cool. I’d read it.

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I would be very interested. I know it would be alot of work.

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Is anyone interested in a daily account of what a Florida Keys flats guide experiences?  I have had this idea for quite a while: to publish in the newsgroup what happens on consecutive days of fishing so that readers would see beyond the hype and, perhaps, into the more sublime and humorous aspects of guided trips in the Lower Florida Keys.  This would only work if I posted every day, so it would require some stamina on my part and I would only do it if there were enough interest.   Marshall Cutchin

I’ll read it.       Gene

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Is anyone interested in a daily account of what a Florida Keys flats guide experiences?  I have had this idea for quite a while: to publish in the newsgroup what happens on consecutive days of fishing so that readers would see beyond the hype and, perhaps, into the more sublime and humorous aspects of guided trips in the Lower Florida Keys.  This would only work if I posted every day, so it would require some stamina on my part and I would only do it if there were enough interest.   Marshall Cutchin

Marshall, I for one, would certainly be interested! Please post. Jack Wheeler

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Marshall – would very much enjoy reading such reports, particularly because I’ve never had the opportunity to experience those activities myself.  Since I hope to try the Keys for bonefish someday, it would provide insights for future planning.  In my view, no need for lengthy essays – just a brief summary and an observation or two would be fun to read, helpful, and hopefully not so burdensome for you.                                             Mark Faulkner

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Who would turn down real time FF info?  Not me.  I’d even read it!  I might suggest a standardized "Re:" so everyone will know it’s you.  Great idea, and I look forward to seeing your posts. Bill Battles

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Is anyone interested in a daily account of what a Florida Keys flats guide experiences?  I have had this idea for quite a while: to publish in the newsgroup what happens on consecutive days of fishing so that readers would see beyond the hype and, perhaps, into the more sublime and humorous aspects of guided trips in the Lower Florida Keys.  This would only work if I posted every day, so it would require some stamina on my part and I would only do it if there were enough interest. Marshall Cutchin

Me, me!  This would be a lot of fun.  Go for it.

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Marshall, Count me in the please post column "The true angler is always content to fish alone" Brian Di Carlo

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Is anyone interested in a daily account of what a Florida Keys flats guide experiences?  I have had this idea for quite a while: to publish in the newsgroup what happens on consecutive days of fishing so that readers would see beyond the hype and, perhaps, into the more sublime and humorous aspects of guided trips in the Lower Florida Keys.  This would only work if I posted every day, so it would require some stamina on my part and I would only do it if there were enough interest.   Marshall Cutchin

Like many others that post on this newsgroup, I am looking forward to flyfishing in the Keys. I would enjoy reading what it is like from the guide’s perspective even if I see some of myself in the less gifted (from the flyfishing standpoint) clients you guide.

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   Does anyone know Bill Hunter’s address or phone number. He no longer owns Hunter’s Angling but sells some stuff out of his house I need. Thanks in advance.    Ralph —

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   Does anyone know Bill Hunter’s address or phone number. He no longer owns Hunter’s Angling but sells some stuff out of his house I need. Thanks in advance.    Ralph —

Last I heard he was in New Boston NH. There is a listing in the Select Phone CD. Bill Hunter, 223 S Hill Rd, New Boston NH 03070, 603-487-3844 Don’t know if that is the same Bill you’re looking for but it’s worth a shot. I haven’t been to his shop in years & wasn’t even aware he had sold it. Tight Lines. Byard

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Wanted to share my excitment as I caught a 7lb plus bass last week while fishing a pond on a golf course.  Caught her on a black Dahlberg diver I tied last winter when thinking about flyfishing.  Also caught two others close to 3 lbs.  All bass  were released so we could catch them next year!! Phil Wistrom

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Congratulations on you 7 pounder. That is a "Nice Bass". "Big Bass" start at 10 pounds.

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