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Walter got hold of some bad shine.  Brain has to be fried. Just to clear this up for those of you who don’t know or refuse to see it. Read the first two posts of the thread: Re. WARNING: CLEANING A 555 FLY LINE

http://makeashorterlink.com/?T2F0528D – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – If you do not understand why Walt is upset, then you will never understand what propriety is, what good manners are, or the basic tenets of civility. Dave

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Didn’t catch the whole flame, or even how it got started, but WOW! I go away for a week and find that someone’s beloved grandmother(s) got flamed?! I didn’t put the bullet in the vise, and you stop talking about my grandma! (For anyone who remembers Bill Cosby’s classic first comedy album.)

Nope.  Don’t remember that one.  Before my time. Walter got hold of some bad shine.  Brain has to be fried. gg

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Well, my grandma (my mom’s mom) was quite a fisherman (oops, I guess that would be fisherwoman…) – she took me fishing all the time when I was a wee lad. Not only could she catch fish, she always had the amazing ability to stifle even the most obnoxious bullshitter. She was sacred indeed …

Grandma Lottie (on my mother’s side) was also one of those people whose memory evokes many stories.   She grew up on Maryland’s Eastern Shore and eloped with Clarence when she was sixteen, beginning what had to have been a hard life of farming, raising a passel of kids (all girls but one), and raising chickens. From my earliest childhood memories, they raised chickens in two long houses behind the house.   Trips to the farm almost always included dinners of fried chicken (and still the best dumplings in memory).   We never had any illusions of where the food came from; grandpop chopped off the heads right there in the dirt lane, and that night’s dinner would flop around the yard for a few strange minutes before being carried into the kitchen.   What’s for dinner?  Chicken. It was a rare ocasion that Grandmom left the farm to come to Baltimore; but when she came, we tried to show her "the big city".   We took her to one of the better restaurants in town, where there were nearly a hundred menu items; pork, veal, beef in the meat entrees; shrimp, scallops, fresh fish, under the seafood heading; a dozen different sausages (it was a German family restaurant).   After her sheltered existance on the farm, we had hoped to offer up a variety of tastes.   Instead, she tucked her napkin under her chin & ordered – fried chicken.  :-) Joe F.

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my father’s mother, oma winter, was a fine german lady full of warmth, kindness, and love. she dressed and healed my opa’s wounds following the kaisers war. she collected twigs in the forest during the day so that opa, my father, and my uncles, horst and walter, would have warmth at night. she was the force that directed the family to america in 1922, leaving the depressed fatherland for a better dream….. and a better life for her three sons. she guided the winter family through ellis island with her meager english….. and further guided the family to their new home in cleveland, ohio. she toiled for a pittance in cleveland factories whilst opa searched for decent work. opa eventually found work in an oldsmobile plant, and the family began to have the graces of a better life. oma nearly died of heartbreak, when in the early 30’s, my uncle walter was fatally injured when he slipped and fell….. broke his neck training on the rings…. gymnastics. i, the first born, am named by my father in honor and memory of him. oma loved baseball. in 1954, being a long time indians fan, she had a ball signed by the world series indians. she sent it to father to be given to me as a gift…. the year i was born. i still have that baseball…. it means so much to me. when opa retired from oldsmobile, he and oma retired to clearwater, florida. i have wonderful memories of visiting with them as a child……. playing on the beach… picking and eating fresh oranges and grapefruits in the backyard. eating fresh baked buttercougan. opa died of old age in the early 60’s and my father moved oma to miami to be with us. oma passed away shortly thereafter….. i’ll never forget the tears passing from my father’s swollen eyes….. never. so mr. gherke, consider this fair warning. for the vitrolic slight of yours in an earlier thread today concerning my beloved and sorely missed grandmothers (shall i bring up ma-ma bryant?)…. plane tickets are cheap… and i am now your worst fucking nightmare. hope to see you on the henry’s fork…. sweet dreams, Walter Garett Winter ps…. this is EOT

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Sir, in the finest of Southern tradition, may I offer to be your Second? — Wayne To Fish is Human…To Release Divine!

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – my father’s mother, oma winter, was a fine german lady full of warmth, kindness, and love. she dressed and healed my opa’s wounds following the kaisers war. she collected twigs in the forest during the day so that opa, my father, and my uncles, horst and walter, would have warmth at night. she was the force that directed the family to america in 1922, leaving the depressed fatherland for a better dream….. and a better life for her three sons. she guided the winter family through ellis island with her meager english….. and further guided the family to their new home in cleveland, ohio. she toiled for a pittance in cleveland factories whilst opa searched for decent work. opa eventually found work in an oldsmobile plant, and the family began to have the graces of a better life. oma nearly died of heartbreak, when in the early 30’s, my uncle walter was fatally injured when he slipped and fell….. broke his neck training on the rings…. gymnastics. i, the first born, am named by my father in honor and memory of him. oma loved baseball. in 1954, being a long time indians fan, she had a ball signed by the world series indians. she sent it to father to be given to me as a gift…. the year i was born. i still have that baseball…. it means so much to me. when opa retired from oldsmobile, he and oma retired to clearwater, florida. i have wonderful memories of visiting with them as a child……. playing on the beach… picking and eating fresh oranges and grapefruits in the backyard. eating fresh baked buttercougan. opa died of old age in the early 60’s and my father moved oma to miami to be with us. oma passed away shortly thereafter….. i’ll never forget the tears passing from my father’s swollen eyes….. never. so mr. gherke, consider this fair warning. for the vitrolic slight of yours in an earlier thread today concerning my beloved and sorely missed grandmothers (shall i bring up ma-ma bryant?)…. plane tickets are cheap… and i am now your worst fucking nightmare. hope to see you on the henry’s fork…. sweet dreams, Walter Garett Winter ps…. this is EOT

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Walter got hold of some bad shine.  Brain has to be fried.

Just to clear this up for those of you who don’t know or refuse to see it. Read the first two posts of the thread: Re. WARNING: CLEANING A 555 FLY LINE If you do not understand why Walt is upset, then you will never understand what propriety is, what good manners are, or the basic tenets of civility.   Dave

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She sounds like a great woman! Funny, my Grandma married a Clarence also… he was a wonderful man who also loved fishing, and did alot of hunting. We had many a dinner of venison, wild pheasant, quail, rabbit and squirrel… just to name a few. Grandma was somewhat diversified in her cooking, as long as she had her large, black, cast iron skillet with the renderings of last night’s meal in it. Fresh vegetables were a mainstay, which included her kick-ass dandelion greens. Her and I would go "out in the country" for a ride to collect the greens, then stop at the local farmer’s stand to get whatever veggie we needed – I usually talked her into corn. The day before we planned on going fishing, she would take me to the county dump to stock up on red worms. That place always had the healthiest looking red worms around, and the price was right… if you could stand the smell. I really miss those days… — SaltyWaders PS… Grandma’s sister-inlaw was named Lottie – another great woman who loved fishing!

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Grandma Lottie (on my mother’s side) was also one of those people whose memory evokes many stories.   She grew up on Maryland’s Eastern Shore and eloped with Clarence when she was sixteen, beginning what had to have been a hard life of farming, raising a passel of kids (all girls but one), and raising chickens. From my earliest childhood memories, they raised chickens in two long houses behind the house.   Trips to the farm almost always included dinners of fried chicken (and still the best dumplings in memory).   We never had any illusions of where the food came from; grandpop chopped off the heads right there in the dirt lane, and that night’s dinner would flop around the yard for a few strange minutes before being carried into the kitchen.   What’s for dinner?  Chicken. It was a rare ocasion that Grandmom left the farm to come to Baltimore; but when she came, we tried to show her "the big city".   We took her to one of the better restaurants in town, where there were nearly a hundred menu items; pork, veal, beef in the meat entrees; shrimp, scallops, fresh fish, under the seafood heading; a dozen different sausages (it was a German family restaurant).   After her sheltered existance on the farm, we had hoped to offer up a variety of tastes.   Instead, she tucked her napkin under her chin & ordered – fried chicken.  :-)

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Didn’t catch the whole flame, or even how it got started, but WOW!

Heck, don’t feel like the Lone Ranger Salty.  I didn’t catch the whole flame either! George

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Didn’t catch the whole flame, or even how it got started, but WOW! I go away for a week and find that someone’s beloved grandmother(s) got flamed?!

I didn’t put the bullet in the vise, and you stop talking about my grandma! (For anyone who remembers Bill Cosby’s classic first comedy album.) — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/

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Walt Winter writes: I will be there, Walt, waiting for the village idiot to "bitch slap" me like he promised.  You hold my jacket and I’ll hold your’s.  Shouldn’t take too long….. if he shows, that is.  

Just a note, I won’t be a wearing a jacket in case some dumb fucker tries to start shit around my campfire.  You guys can go about 22.455861 feet from my campfire and do whatever the hell you want though. — Warren change addy to yahoo for email Henry’s Fork Clave info and Bozeman, MT fishing info http://www.geocities.com/troutbum_mt3/HFclave.html

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Didn’t catch the whole flame, or even how it got started, but WOW! I go away for a week and find that someone’s beloved grandmother(s) got flamed?! What the hell happened here?! I guess I am probably better off not knowing and should keep my nose out of this… but is the topic here still fly fishing? I hope so… I really like this place. BTW, family folk are sacred in my book… — SaltyWaders "Old eyes can see salt flies…" [snip some great family memories...] – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – so mr. gherke, consider this fair warning. for the vitrolic slight of yours in an earlier thread today concerning my beloved and sorely missed grandmothers (shall i bring up ma-ma bryant?)…. plane tickets are cheap… and i am now your worst fucking nightmare. hope to see you on the henry’s fork…. sweet dreams, Walter Garett Winter ps…. this is EOT

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Salty Waders writes: BTW, family folk are sacred in my book…

And, they are sacred to all but one. Dave

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Too bad for those who choose to belittle someone’s folks. Well, my grandma (my mom’s mom) was quite a fisherman (oops, I guess that would be fisherwoman…) – she took me fishing all the time when I was a wee lad. Not only could she catch fish, she always had the amazing ability to stifle even the most obnoxious bullshitter. She was sacred indeed … — SaltyWaders "Old eyes can see salt flies…"

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Salty Waders writes: BTW, family folk are sacred in my book… And, they are sacred to all but one. Dave

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my father’s mother, oma winter, was a fine german lady full of warmth, kindness, and love.

<snipped really good read The way I see it, anyone can insult me all they want; it’s like water off a duck’s back. When they start insulting family, it’s a different matter – and the story here is the best example why. No one has the right to trample on these kinds of memories. I’m with ya, Walt. FWIW, Tim

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Walt Winter writes:

<warm memories snipped for brevity hope to see you on the henry’s fork…. sweet dreams,

I will be there, Walt, waiting for the village idiot to "bitch slap" me like he promised.  You hold my jacket and I’ll hold your’s.  Shouldn’t take too long….. if he shows, that is.   Dave

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What Winter:  (Since you can’t spell my name correctly . . .) I really don’t care about your family history right now but when you think you can go around and insult me or others with impunity, you’re sure fire crazy! You’re memory is about as far as your next step.  Next time you insult someone, why don’t you keep the thread with the insult you find offending with your story?  That way, everything stays in sync.  Frankly, I don’t have the slightest idea what the hell you’re talking about.  Whatever I said, you probably deserved it.  Leave your family out of it. George Gehrke

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Tell you what Walter.  Just come to the Western Conclave.  I know  you won’t come because unless someone else will pay your way.  You can’t afford much more than crossing the county line once every five years and this is only if you can hitch hike. Walt?  You’re all mouth.  There isn’t a man in all of Roff that I fear. Respect is another word all together.  Just remember this Walt.  Don’t start this nonsense.  I won’t start any fight with you or anyone else but I’ll sure enough finish it.  You can put me in the hospital and when I get out I’ll come after you again and again until the day I die.  Understand?  You don’t know what a nightmare is all about.  Don’t fuck with me and don’t threaten me or anyone else here in the West. Now then, that said . . . being a gentleman is an entirely different matter for you.  You don’t see me going out of my way insulting you, or Tom Brown, or Wayne Harrison, or Zimmerman, or Jeff Miller, or anyone in North Carolina,  but you did that to me.   I don’t do that.  It is YOU who has the loose mouth.  Go back and see what you said before you start this crap? Walt?  Go fuck yourself. Gentleman George "not guilty" I just don’t think your grandma deserves you.

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The last couple of times I have been out fishing the weather has been less than ideal.  My last day out was Super Bowl Sunday and I went to fish the Gallatin River.  The river was flowing like a runny slushy and it was very cold out.  This was the first time I have ever had a layer of ice on my leader and had small flies freeze into ice cubes.  The slush on the water made it very difficult to get the flies and leader to penetrate the surface for a decent drift. I did manage to get one lazy take and did see several fish feeding, but I did not land anything.  It is hard trying to hook a fish with an ice cube.  I still had a nice day visiting some of the places I used to fish on a regular basis before moving to Livingston. The previous outing, I found myself in between trips of the "big move".  I loaded the truck up and decided instead of driving back to Bozeman and unloading that I would fish for a few hours then do the deed.  I drove up the Yellowstone for a few miles to a nice side channel of the river that is easy to wade.  It was cold out, but the sun was shining and there was little wind.  Other than the drone of passing cars, it was a very peaceful day out.  I managed to catch a few whitefish but missed out on the rainbows when they started rising to midges. Somehow I had managed to forget my box of dry flies on my desk after adding midge patterns. The weekend before I had my daughter and the weather had been perfect for a long day of fishing.  I was unable to go for obvious reasons, but I couldn’t help but wondering how the fishing was with each look outside the window.  This weekend the weather is very nice.  Currently it is in the 40’s and somewhat cloudy.  It has been above freezing every day since Thursday (since I picked up my daughter) and the big storm that they have been predicting has not materialized as of yet (6- 12" of snow my ass!). As I look out of my window, once again wondering how the fishing is right now, I am starting to wonder if I am cursed.  It seems that every time that I am unable to get out, the weather will be nice.  When I am able to fish, the weather decides to become the worst it will be than on the preceding or following days. There is a bright side to this curse however.  The days I am able to fish are either by myself or with very few others out on the rivers. In my last three outings I have only encountered 4 people and only got within speaking range once.  This solitude is part of the charm of winter fishing and I always have spring and summer to look forward to for warmer weather.  The time spent with my daughter is invaluable and a worthy trade for such a minor curse.  Is having the best of both worlds too much to ask for though?

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Just curious Warren.  Is John Grisham required reading for law

students <G. Email Wayno and ask him or wait another year and half for me to start law school — Warren Findley

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Have you done anything that may have upset Mr. Forty?

Warren

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Have you done anything that may have upset Mr. Forty? <g Warren

Just curious Warren.  Is John Grisham required reading for law students <G. I just finished reading The Brethren, and I am a few pages from the end of The Rainmaker.  I couldn’t put down The Brethren and I didn’t want it to end either. I’m no fictional literature aficionado, but he sure keeps my attention. Opie  –Planning for the Past–

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Don’t worry,  this "curse" is not just restricted to you.  Last season,  my 4 absolute favourite flyfishing weekends in the Piscatorial Calendar (last in May, first in June, plus last 2 in Sept)  were washed out with flooded rivers.

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Don’t worry,  this "curse" is not just restricted to you.  Last season,  my 4 absolute favourite flyfishing weekends in the Piscatorial Calendar (last in May, first in June, plus last 2 in Sept)  were washed out with flooded rivers.

Were you trying to fish the Grand last year.  :)  It was flooded too. Flooding must be catching. Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/index.html

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…cut for brevity… I am starting to wonder if I am cursed.

…cut for brevity… Have you done anything that may have upset Mr. Forty? Opie  –Planning for the Past–

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A friend will be in the St Petersburg, FLA,  area next week and he would like to try his hand at what the local saltwater scene may have to offer for fly fishing opportunities. He only has 2 days and he doesn’t want to spend it on a wild goose chase. Any information you might be able to offer about the area would be greatly appreciated. He really can’t afford a professional guide. If someone has a day available next weekend and would like to play guide, he would gladly reciprocate and offer his services as a free guide if you ever make it to Maine and you are interested in learning about what our area has to offer. He’s a great guy and an excellent all around fly fisherman/tyer. Thanks in advance…Joel

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Tell him to go to Floridasportsman.com They have great info and marked maps available, as well as info on local tackle shops.

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Hi Bob, I have never fly fished for or oio in Hawaii.  I don’t fish much anymore since fishing is not that good.  I remember fishing for them with lures using ultralight spinning gear when they were more plentiful. I fished the shallow reefs especially in the sandy holes.  I used yellow feathered gig or buck tails.  Plastic lures worked too.  I would bounce them in the sand. I caught fish over five pounds.  Once I hooked them, I would walk out to them rather than reeling them in.  The coral would cut the line if I tried to reel them in.  I lost more fish than I brought in, but it sure was a lot of fun.  I fished ultrlight using four pound test line.  I’m sure you could use the same techniques using fly gear. One of my favorite places used to be on the reef across the channel from Ft. Derussey.  The shallow surf in Bellows produced small oio also. I’ve also caught them on reefs and sand bars in Kaneohe.  All this was ten-thirty years ago. Aloha, Fred E. Nakaguma Aiea, Hawaii I’d like to try for bonefish (Oio) here in Hawaii. I’m looking for someone who’s done it to get some ideas of where and how to start. I’m retired now and have the time to learn. Aloha – bob    ooo_ — http://www.aloha.net/~bgraham

– Sincerely, Fred E. Nakaguma Aiea, Hawaii

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I’d like to try for bonefish (Oio) here in Hawaii. I’m looking for someone who’s done it to get some ideas of where and how to start. I’m retired now and have the time to learn. Aloha – bob    ooo_ — http://www.aloha.net/~bgraham

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Bob, I have been hearing of bonefish in Hawaii for fifteen years. I hope it is true. Remembering back, those bones were caught off the rocks. Start with a good shrimp, crust’s, or small minnow pattern. Then start changing your flylines. If you are fishing 8,9, or 10 weights… I have some lines (shooting heads and full sink), that I can send you for free. Just let me know your address. I would be more than willing to help in your quest. Bob, It is guys like you that search and find new undiscovered fisheries. God Bless You, and good luck. Sincerely, Capt. Greg Rahe

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I’d like to try for bonefish (Oio) here in Hawaii. I’m looking for someone who’s done it to get some ideas of where and how to start. I’m retired now and have the time to learn. Aloha – bob    ooo_ — http://www.aloha.net/~bgraham

Hi Bob, There are bones in the ‘islands’, but they are referred to as ‘deep water’ bones. I think if you can find some water that is 2 feet deep, you might be successful. The south side of Molokai is all shallow flats. If you go there for a week, I think you might be able to find some bones on these shallow flats. Warmer weather is better, so I would not expect them to be on the ‘flats’ in cool weather. There is a guide out of the Hotel Molokai that can take you for bones and trevally. If you can ask around and find any other shallow areas, you might find some bones on any island. Catching bones in deep water on bait is not anything to get excited about. The big deal with bones is finding them in 12" of water about 100 yards from the drop off.  They like the incoming tide and feed on the bottom. An 8 weight rod, floating line, 9′ 0x leader, Crazy Charlies in Gold, Pearl or Pearl Orange, light colored Polarized glasses, hat, sun screen and foot protection are some of the essentials for bone fishing. Bill Kiene www.kiene.com

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Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun?   Clinchknot

 probably not. — Marty Silva P.E.T.A (People for the Ethical Termination of Antihunters) If people aren’t supposed to eat animals… then why are they made out of meat.

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Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun?    Clinchknot

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Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun?  

You may be fishing for the wrong fish. I won’t say that fish are particularly intelligent. But they do have a will to survive and thousands of years of genetic development to perpetuate their species. You may just be so successful that you have outgrown the resource and need to pick another diversion. You must be one awesome fishermen with several line records as well. If I were to call fish ‘dumb’ it would be a slam to myself as they regularly elude me somehow. Maybe I miss the pointof your question and it is more rhetorical. Are you by chance reflecting on the fact the EVEN THOUGH fish are dumb, you still have fun catching them. That I can not explain. Maybe a 12 step program would be helpful. I for one am not near ready to give it up. regards, J. Webb Atlanta Mac User Group

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In article – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun? You may be fishing for the wrong fish. I won’t say that fish are particularly intelligent. But they do have a will to survive and thousands of years of genetic development to perpetuate their species. You may just be so successful that you have outgrown the resource and need to pick another diversion. You must be one awesome fishermen with several line records as well. If I were to call fish ‘dumb’ it would be a slam to myself as they regularly elude me somehow. Maybe I miss the pointof your question and it is more rhetorical. Are you by chance reflecting on the fact the EVEN THOUGH fish are dumb, you still have fun catching them. That I can not explain. Maybe a 12 step program would be helpful. I for one am not near ready to give it up.

I know that this is a flyfishing newsgroup but I can still recognize trolling when see it. John Fereira

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Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun?   Clinchknot

‘Cause I haven’t got  a prayer in hell of trickin’ the smart ones:)

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Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun?    Clinchknot         No.  Just can’t do it.  You either like it or you don’t.  It must be genetic.  You sound a little put off by such silly, trite behavior.  Get over it.  Nice troll. JE

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Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun? Clinchknot

I’m A Frayed Knot. — TimW Halfordian Golfer

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Very clever Moe. — Remove NOSPAM to send E-mail Ernie Harrison – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Can someone out there explain to me why trickin dumb fish is so much fun? Clinchknot I’m A Frayed Knot. — TimW Halfordian Golfer

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I will be visiting Colorado in a couple of weeks and was wondering what the runoff situation was.  I am specifically interested in the Colorado and Frasier rivers around Granby.  TIA. Dave Felter

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I will be visiting Colorado in a couple of weeks and was wondering what the runoff situation was.  I am specifically interested in the Colorado and Frasier rivers around Granby.  TIA. Dave Felter

one thing about runoff, well two things…. 1) you can always, always fish no matter how high or muddy and nail nice ones. 2) you can always, always go high enough in altitude to the sources which should be in fine shape. — TimW Halfordian Golfer

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I will be visiting Colorado in a couple of weeks and was wondering what the runoff situation was.  I am specifically interested in the Colorado and Frasier rivers around Granby.  TIA.

The rivers are dropping and clearing.  I think you’ll have good fishing. 2) you can always, always go high enough in altitude to the sources which should be in fine shape.

How heavy does my sink-tip have to be to get my fly down in the snow-field? — -Wayne Trzyna

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I will be visiting Colorado in a couple of weeks and was wondering what the runoff situation was.  I am specifically interested in the Colorado and Frasier rivers around Granby.  TIA. The rivers are dropping and clearing.  I think you’ll have good fishing. 2) you can always, always go high enough in altitude to the sources which should be in fine shape. How heavy does my sink-tip have to be to get my fly down in the snow-field?

then you’re getting too high, Wayne…<g… — TimW Halfordian Golfer

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I will be visiting Colorado in a couple of weeks and was wondering what the runoff situation was.  I am specifically interested in the Colorado and Frasier rivers around Granby.  TIA. Dave Felter

The hydrographs I have seen show the West Slope to be about 10-14 days behind the East Slope for runoff. On the East Slope runoff is only now slowing substantially. My forecast is that it will be another week or two before levelling off to something like normal summer conditions; the west slope should follow by another week or so. Still fishable, though. Ken Clark Ft. Lupton, CO

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I’ve heard a lot about Boca Grande of late and thought I might like to check it out.  I would appreciate any recommendations of, or warnings about, lodging and guides. Thanks WAL

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TRY Boca Grande Real Estate.They can be found on the iternet Keyword Boca Grande. I have used them for six years ,great service and rentals are great.You can also find there 800# in Florida Sportsman. Email GOOD Luck

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TRY Boca Grande Real Estate.They can be found on the iternet Keyword Boca Grande. I have used them for six years ,great service and rentals are great.You can also find there 800# in Florida Sportsman. Email GOOD Luck

_______BOCA GRANDE is very expensive.  Your money is taken from you by the pound.  If you can, use a camper-trailer or mobil home.  The camp sites are much more reasonable and you can move around better.   George — MZ

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I’ve heard a lot about Boca Grande of late and thought I might like to check it out.  I would appreciate any recommendations of, or warnings about, lodging and guides. Thanks WAL

I have fished Boca Grande and its surrounding waters for many years.  In general, the island of Gasparilla, where the city of Boca Grande (named for the adjoining pass) is located, can be on the expensive side.  You might want to check out this site for Pine Island and surrounding areas. The northern tip of Pine Island is located just a few miles east of Boca Grande pass.  This site gives a particularly good description of the history and attractions of this general area. http://www.pineislandfl.com/ If you like roughing it, you might want to consider Cayo Costa (a Florida State Park). Cayo Costa is the barrier island that makes up the southern shore of Boca Grande pass.  Access to this island is by boat only, although there are frequent passenger ferry trips (no cars) from Pine Island.  See these sites: http://www.atlantagames.com./south/getaway/cayo.htm http://www.dep.state.fl.us/parks/southwest/cayo.html Boca Grande, the pass, is a major inlet to Charlotte Harbor. The pass itself is noted mostly for its Tarpon fishing which is at its best starting in late April thought early June.  The waters inside (east) of the pass, i.e. Charlotte Harbor and its tributaries and adjoining bays, are noted for some of the best backcountry fishing for Snook, Redfish, and Spotted Sea Trout (Speckled Trout) in this country.  There are many good guides in the area.  However, I usually guide myself and, with one exception, am not able to help you there.  Several years ago, I did hire a guide, a Captain Bill Miller, to take a visiting family member and myself for a day of backcountry fly fishing.  It was an excellent trip with many redfish and trout being caught (that’s what we were looking for) and we were impressed with the knowledge and skills of the guide. I don’t know if Bill is still guiding in the area or not, but he specializes in fly fishing for everything from tarpon to trout.  He even released a video tape several years ago that might still be avaliable. Its title is "The Complete Guide to Tarpon Fishing With Artificials". A good site for Boca Grande and Gasparilla Island can be found here: http://www.cyberstreet.com/ccfsbo/bocagran.htm Hope this helps…

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It’s walming up over hear in holland and I am itching to have a go and flyfishing for carp.    Is there any on out ther that can provide me thith a fiew tips,  tactics,  and carp dedicated patterns etc. Julian Young PS. is is also posible to catch walleye on the fly ?

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walleye?  maybe using a minnow pattern — if you’re fishing where the wally’s are chasing bait fish. carp?  try wolly buggers and other leach patterns soaked in garlic juice, vanilla, or peppermint.

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Does anyone know of a fishing expo in the NYC area. A friend of mine said there is one comming to boston. Just curious if it would make it to NYC, it would save me a road trip. Thanks, DAVE — Dave Blizard "Pork, the other white meat."

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There is a Fly Fishing Only show the second satruday in March in White Plains, NY by the Theodore Fly Fishers.  It’s a really great show done with style.  Not too crowded as you would expect at the Suffern Show. Have fun!

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I am new to the midwest and a local suggested I try the Pere Marquette. We live in Chicago, so I thought we’d make a weekend of the trip. I would appreciate the what, when, where, and how’s of fly fishing there for Salmon. Suggested camp grounds would be appreciated, as well as best route from Chicago and approximate travel time. Thanxs in advance, Bryan

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I am new to the midwest and a local suggested I try the Pere Marquette. We live in Chicago, so I thought we’d make a weekend of the trip. I would appreciate the what, when, where, and how’s of fly fishing there for Salmon. Suggested camp grounds would be appreciated, as well as best route from Chicago and approximate travel time. Thanxs in advance, Bryan

                                   * I am a native to MI (at least I am now) and I visit the PM rather frequently. If you email me at home I can give you phone numbers and the like for my favorite lodge.  I really like the Johnsons Pere Marquette lodge.  I have stayed there for only $35-/night midweek during the salmon season.  I don’t know what it is this year.  I now have a cabin of my own up there only 7 min. from the flies only water of the PM.  I suggest that you go mid-week if you can.  If you go, try to find the most inaccessible spot you can.  The river is so full of salmon you can practically walk across on their backs, in any hole in the river.  The trick is finding a place with few enough fellow fishermen that the fish haven’t already been spooked into oblivion.  A drift boat with a guide is an excellent solution if you have the money.  I have not done that yet, though.  The Johnsons lodge is also an Orvis shop (sorry) but they really are nice anyway.  They give away a really good map of the flies only section of the river.  It helps a lot.  Good luck.                                     * Lenny Bloksberg . . .

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