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..by coincidence, and when someone posted about the tattoo convention  I decided to spend Friday checkign it out. Anyone have anything to say about the seminars that day   I lucked out and will be staying at a friends house just right up the street….

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..by coincidence, and when someone posted about the tattoo convention  I decided to spend Friday checkign it out. Anyone have anything to say about the seminars that day   I lucked out and will be staying at a friends house just right up the street….

Strange that you post to both of my two favorite newsgroups AND you’re in my neck of the woods. The seminars are listed on the convention’s site, http://www.evolutiontattooconvention.com/indexsem.html No opinion on the seminars for friday, except the history presentation would be educational rather than the last two seminars which are performances for entertainment purposes. fr0glet

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – ..by coincidence, and when someone posted about the tattoo convention  I decided to spend Friday checkign it out. Anyone have anything to say about the seminars that day   I lucked out and will be staying at a friends house just right up the street…. Strange that you post to both of my two favorite newsgroups AND you’re in my neck of the woods. The seminars are listed on the convention’s site, http://www.evolutiontattooconvention.com/indexsem.html No opinion on the seminars for friday, except the history presentation would be educational rather than the last two seminars which are performances for entertainment purposes.

Mmm one more thing I found on the convention site, 2 decent drum&bass DJ’s if you’re into electronica at all. Nitsuj and Slantooth are both from the 360bpm crew in Seattle, excellent beats. Don’t know about the rest of the DJ’s they have lined up. Sadly the best DJ from the 360bpm crew won’t be there, Zacharia. Also NO FRICKIN EMCEES!!! fr0glet

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<< Strange that you post to both of my two favorite newsgroups AND you’re in my neck of the woods.   hmmm am I stalking you unconsciously?   what particular set of woods is your neck in? I just caught on – you post in the herp group (snakes not VD).  Tiny world. I had seen your posts in the other group, but since I tend to check each group one after another, I just blurred them…      You don’t post in the alt.binaries.gaynazi-flyfishing group also do you? I am in Portland, driving to Seattle in the morning….

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fr0glet wrote… << Strange that you post to both of my two favorite newsgroups AND you’re in my neck of the woods. hmmm am I stalking you unconsciously?

Sweet!! We need more stalkers around here. Lish hogs them all. what particular set of woods is your neck in?

The Skagit Valley woods, further north. You don’t post in the alt.binaries.gaynazi-flyfishing group also do

you? rec.outdoors.fishing occasionally But uh… my ISP doesn’t carry any gaynazi groups I am in Portland, driving to Seattle in the morning….

I doubt I’ll be at the convention, else I’d offer to meet. I’ll be in Portland celebrating at a wake for my mother. Cheers! fr0glet

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I’m sorry to hear about your mother… Mine is still recovering from a brain tumor she had removed 6 months ago; knowing how difficult even thinking about losing your mother can be, i can’t imagine how hard that is for you. greg

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f Sweet!! We need more stalkers around here. Lish hogs them all.         i’m quite sure i don’t know what you’re talking about.         besides, MY stalkers GIVE me stuff. & they don’t know where i live. is that the best or what?#!? lish                                                "please don’t talk. 36.9% / 31                                                RANA 125 / 68

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I’m sorry to hear about your mother… Mine is still recovering from a brain tumor she had removed 6 months ago; knowing how difficult even thinking about losing your mother can be, i can’t imagine how hard that is for you. greg

Glad to hear your mother is in recovery, count your blessings every single day. fr0glet

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..by coincidence, and when someone posted about the tattoo convention  I decided to spend Friday checkign it out. Anyone have

anything to say about the seminars that day   I lucked out and will be staying at a friends house just right up the street….

Do tell what you thought of the convention. My roommate went and said it suuuucked… fr0glet

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<< Do tell what you thought of the convention. My roommate went and said it suuuucked.. well…anytime I spend $20 to get into anywhere I make it a point to try and find the positive so that I don’t sit around pissed about not having that $20 back.      It was almost entirely tattooists, a few piercers and a couple of shirt and sticker booths. If you were going for a tattoo it would be a decent place to shop around, take a look at the wide spectrum of tattoo styles and quality. I picked up a few cards for future reference.  I imagine that if you are intimidated with walking into a shop off the street that this would be a good place to go. I saw some great stuff there.      I also saw some things that distressed me. Without getting specific, I saw some equipment handling and bandage work that seemed less than appropriate. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to try and impose a standard on a building full of tattooists, but I suspect by the end of the weekend some of their peers  probably set them straight.      I was hoping that there might be some equipment sales but this show catered primarily to the tattoo consumer. I did get to see a number of other lefties work though…      greg

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Do tell what you thought of the convention. My roommate went and said it suuuucked..

I wasn’t overly impressed. I felt like I paid $20 just to look at different people’s portfolios. It was also very hot, crowded and parking was a nightmare with the tall ships show just down the street. Some of the music was ok, but you couldn’t escape it. It was very difficult to have a conversation in a normal tone of voice anywhere in the place.

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Look up some of these guys: http://runarena.com/cgi-bin/ra?id=friedturd hella kewl ppl

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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…"

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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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Riverrat…  ever seen an anglerfish?  i figger if the fish use attractants, i oughtta too.  it’s the only thing me and the ol anglerfish got goin for us.  but, i do like stimulators nearbout as much <G jeff – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – and whatabout the area, isn’t it a restricted stream where you can’t use attracters? <vbg RiverRat

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If it’s the same Mrs. Hathaway that I remember, she ran for Congress in the 80’s in south central PA.  Died a few years later.

That’s the one (Nancy Kulp). — Charlie…

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<snipped In the old days long before I was around, they used deer fat to grease leaders.   There is an article on the web talking about using Albolene for flys and deer fat for leaders: http://www.fieldandstream.com/looking_back/19980101.html bc.

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listen fellas….honest, i don’t know who hacked into my system and wrote that crazy stuff.  some drunk sob, i’m sure. …but i did find a fly floating (still at 8:53 am) in a bowl of water and some streaks of bacon grease on my keyboard….   jeff   – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – …y’all snicker, but 5:27 pm and the damn fly is still floating…i’m on the lookout for bears though!  …         Come and listen to a story bout a man named jeffro         barely kept his sanity while thinkin to and fro;         then one day, while cookin some breakfast food,         he found the bacon grease, when to the fly applied,         yielded results that raised a grin far and wide.         Crude, but mighty good… better’n Miss Hathaway nude.         hawg squeezins, chitlin fixins…         fly’s still a-floatin, Ms. Hathaway longing… satisfied… jeffro  (ya can call me mr.J – ain’t got no meter, just a puzzled peter) BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know. She was a character on the TV sitcom "The Beverly Hillbillies", and I confess I was the one who brought her up in relation to ‘Jethro’ Miller<g. — Charlie…

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it’s tough bein on the leadin edge of new adventures.  my rag tag outfitter company, Ursa Urticants R Us, Inc., is always looking for fresh meat, er…talent. you appear to meet all of our criteria.  an application is in the mail. jeff PS – Great story…any photos available?   – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Grizzly Fishing 101 . Having fished for grizzlies,  I would like to advise that a bacon greased dry presentation simply does not cut it when attempting to "match the hatch".  From personal experience, one is advised to use a much larger stimulator or attractor pattern. About 15lb. larger to be exact. Case Study: On our yearly trip to the Karluk we are routinely "asked" to share prime water with the local grizzly or three.  Last year a sow and her two cubs could be expected to make a daily circuit up or down the middle of the river easily taking coho, steelhead, sockeye and dolly from our favorite runs. As mom and the kids could usually be seen coming from some distance, our strategy was to simply begin fishing our way back to camp. Cast, walk during the swing, retrieve quickly and cast again making steady progress toward camp. One eye on the happy family, one eye on your line as it makes the swing. Quickly now. On one occasion, I was first to camp so hurried to my tent to retrieve a camera to record what had become a daily ritual. Several of my compatriots were still fishing but were making increasingly rapid progress to camp as the distance between the two groups of fishers was decreasing . At this point, something few fishermen can imagine occurred. When is the last time you made a cast where you DIDN’T want to catch a fish ?  Worse , having made the unimaginable cast, you hook a bright 15lb.coho, who, in her suicidal wisdom heads straight for big mama. Apparently a #4 Egg Sucking Leach was not going to be a "grizzly" enough finish for this lady. Photo 1: Both fishermen look in surprise as the coho decides to go airborne 3 feet in front of larger fisher. Confused look on both faces. One of opportunity, one of desperation. Photo 2: Sensing easy fodder, mama heads for coho while puny male human is captured with  rod horizontal, pulling in desperation trying to break off one of his best fish of the day. Wakes are apparent in the water as each make their way to their individual destinations. A touch of the McCallan is shared to honor the first grizzly to the "fly". MS level courses in hooking and landing are being developed. Ph.D. in C&R is unlikely. Tight lines all, — Jeff www.teleport.com/~salmo/jp.htm bears – Ms. Hathaway – bears – Ms. Hathaway…hmmmm…. ok…i’ll redirect my efforts here… well, you guys are always looking for a new adventure…how about – flyfishing for grizzlies…yeah, that’s it.  it’ll be like swimming with the white sharks in australia.  lacourse, you fry the bacon and i’ll weld us up some steel cages to "fish" from…

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and whatabout the area, isn’t it a restricted stream where you can’t use attracters? <vbg RiverRat

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Grizzly Fishing 101 . Having fished for grizzlies,  I would like to advise that a bacon greased dry presentation simply does not cut it when attempting to "match the hatch".  From personal experience, one is advised to use a much larger stimulator or attractor pattern. About 15lb. larger to be exact. Case Study: On our yearly trip to the Karluk we are routinely "asked" to share prime water with the local grizzly or three.  Last year a sow and her two cubs could be expected to make a daily circuit up or down the middle of the river easily taking coho, steelhead, sockeye and dolly from our favorite runs. As mom and the kids could usually be seen coming from some distance, our strategy was to simply begin fishing our way back to camp. Cast, walk during the swing, retrieve quickly and cast again making steady progress toward camp. One eye on the happy family, one eye on your line as it makes the swing. Quickly now. On one occasion, I was first to camp so hurried to my tent to retrieve a camera to record what had become a daily ritual. Several of my compatriots were still fishing but were making increasingly rapid progress to camp as the distance between the two groups of fishers was decreasing . At this point, something few fishermen can imagine occurred. When is the last time you made a cast where you DIDN’T want to catch a fish ?  Worse , having made the unimaginable cast, you hook a bright 15lb.coho, who, in her suicidal wisdom heads straight for big mama. Apparently a #4 Egg Sucking Leach was not going to be a "grizzly" enough finish for this lady. Photo 1: Both fishermen look in surprise as the coho decides to go airborne 3 feet in front of larger fisher. Confused look on both faces. One of opportunity, one of desperation. Photo 2: Sensing easy fodder, mama heads for coho while puny male human is captured with  rod horizontal, pulling in desperation trying to break off one of his best fish of the day. Wakes are apparent in the water as each make their way to their individual destinations. A touch of the McCallan is shared to honor the first grizzly to the "fly". MS level courses in hooking and landing are being developed. Ph.D. in C&R is unlikely. Tight lines all, — Jeff www.teleport.com/~salmo/jp.htm

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BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know.

She was Mr. Drysdale’s sado-masochistic lover/secretary who was always trying to get Jethro to show her his (fly) rod.   Or something like that. Shoot your television, Bob Scott

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Ya, save her for Louie.  She’s already past changing. Her and LaPlac would make a fine looking couple at the places IJ sends him to<g. — Charlie…

Be great fun watching them decide who would lead.  :) Peter

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…y’all snicker, but 5:27 pm and the damn fly is still floating…i’m on the lookout for bears though!  …  

<Interesting lyric snipped Damn Jeff! Don’t know what you’re smoking down there, but winter’s coming and we yankees could sure use some. George Adams "From the rockin’ of the cradle to the rollin’ of the hearse, the goin’ up was worth the comin’ down." ___Kris Kristofferson  "The Pilgrim/Chapter33"

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floating…i’m on the lookout for bears though!  …      Come and listen to a story bout a man named jeffro    barely kept his sanity while thinkin to and fro;

Well Peter it sounds like he made it to the likker cabinet. Big Dale

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BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know. She was a character on the TV sitcom "The Beverly Hillbillies", and I confess I was the one who brought her up in relation to ‘Jethro’ Miller<g. — Charlie… Ahhh.  I remember – but can she cook?  Seems to me she was only good at wearing bad tweed suits and lusting.

If it’s the same Mrs. Hathaway that I remember, she ran for Congress in the 80’s in south central PA.  Died a few years later. Mark faulkner

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know. She was a character on the TV sitcom "The Beverly Hillbillies", and I confess I was the one who brought her up in relation to ‘Jethro’ Miller<g. — Charlie… Ahhh.  I remember – but can she cook?  Seems to me she was only good at wearing bad tweed suits and lusting. If it’s the same Mrs. Hathaway that I remember, she ran for Congress in the 80’s in south central PA.  Died a few years later. Mark faulkner

        aw, hell no, markey!  they’re talking about the "jane hathaway" from "beverly hillbillies", *not* the "ms. hathaway" you taught to do the "dirty macarena"  in the holiday inn just south of carlisle…         wayno, just keepin the record straight – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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…while cooking breakfast for rachel this morning, i also steamed some of the hackles on several of my well-used and misshapen flies.  the parallel universe i was drifting through at the time caused me to think about bacon fat grease as a floatant.  once cool, it becomes a waxy substance like gink, aquel, etc.  It could be easily strained and poured into an applicator before it hardens up, and with a squeeze it will ooze out of a gink bottle in its cool state.  It’s hard as hell to clean out of the pan with soap and water, so it adheres pretty good…whaddayathink, would a dab or two work as a floatant on a dry fly?  If so, perhaps lacourse’s bacon fryin will be good for something in May besides causing involuntary streamside bowel movements, eh? jeff (always thunking…)

  No disrespect jeff, but what morning herb produced this Parallel Universe? The stuff would turn to rock as soon as it hit the water. More than just a few bears may want to have a parallel experence with you  as well Harry Mason www.Troutflies.com

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..whaddayathink, would a dab or two work as a floatant on a dry fly?  If so, perhaps lacourse’s bacon fryin will be good for something in May besides causing involuntary streamside bowel movements, eh?

I think Jethro tried that once on the Beverly Hillbillies, but it just got Miss Hathaway excited if I recall correctly<g. — Charlie…

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bears – Ms. Hathaway – bears – Ms. Hathaway…hmmmm…. ok…i’ll redirect my efforts here… well, you guys are always looking for a new adventure…how about – flyfishing for grizzlies…yeah, that’s it.  it’ll be like swimming with the white sharks in australia.  lacourse, you fry the bacon and i’ll weld us up some steel cages to "fish" from… ok, carrying this bit of foolishness to it’s illogical extreme, i’ve now tested the bacon grease thing in 64 degree water…it seems to float the fly, sort of…oops, it’s goin under…no, wait, it’s in the meniscus of the glass bowl, exuding a slick…ok, time to change parallels here…do ya think it might be xink-like?  you know, catch those early mornin breakfast trout?  … for those more into the Ms. Hathaway thing, i’m sure the bacon gease could serve the same blissful purpose as albolene in coating those… um, i’ll let you know how that one turns out….oh, rachel, dear… jeff (dropped on his head as a child -)   – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – …while cooking breakfast for rachel this morning, i also steamed some of the hackles on several of my well-used and misshapen flies.  the parallel universe i was drifting through at the time caused me to think about bacon fat grease as a floatant.  once cool, it becomes a waxy substance like gink, aquel, etc.  It could be easily strained and poured into an applicator before it hardens up, and with a squeeze it will ooze out of a gink bottle in its cool state.  It’s hard as hell to clean out of the pan with soap and water, so it adheres pretty good…whaddayathink, would a dab or two work as a floatant on a dry fly?  If so, perhaps lacourse’s bacon fryin will be good for something in May besides causing involuntary streamside bowel movements, eh? jeff (always thunking…)   No disrespect jeff, but what morning herb produced this Parallel Universe? The stuff would turn to rock as soon as it hit the water. More than just a few bears may want to have a parallel experence with you  as well Harry Mason www.Troutflies.com

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[a bunch of floating blithering and dithering snipped] jeff (dropped on his head as a child -)  

Jeffy, follow this carefully.  Go to the likker cabinet.  Pick out the strongest thing you got.  Drink it all.  Lie down until you feel better.  Then go to the nearest Orvis store and buy the floatant gunk. Leave the bears to Tripper.  He’s an expert when it comes to the mating rituals of oversized and dangerous wildlife.  As for Ms. Hathaway, leave her for Louie.  I hear he’s not too fussy about such things.  I’ll take the bacon and eggs.  (eggs sunnyside up and bacon well done but not crispy, don’t forget the toast and coffee)  And keep your flies outa my bacon. Peter (who knows his priorities)

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BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know. Peter

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BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know.

She was a character on the TV sitcom "The Beverly Hillbillies", and I confess I was the one who brought her up in relation to ‘Jethro’ Miller<g. — Charlie…

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BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know. She was a character on the TV sitcom "The Beverly Hillbillies", and I confess I was the one who brought her up in relation to ‘Jethro’ Miller<g. — Charlie…

Ahhh.  I remember – but can she cook?  Seems to me she was only good at wearing bad tweed suits and lusting. Ya, save her for Louie.  She’s already past changing. Peter Cheers Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.cgocable.net/~pcharles/index.html

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…y’all snicker, but 5:27 pm and the damn fly is still floating…i’m on the lookout for bears though!  …           Come and listen to a story bout a man named jeffro         barely kept his sanity while thinkin to and fro;           then one day, while cookin some breakfast food,         he found the bacon grease, when to the fly applied,         yielded results that raised a grin far and wide.         Crude, but mighty good… better’n Miss Hathaway nude.         hawg squeezins, chitlin fixins…         fly’s still a-floatin, Ms. Hathaway longing… satisfied… jeffro  (ya can call me mr.J – ain’t got no meter, just a puzzled peter) – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – BTW, who is Ms. Hathaway and how did she get dragged into this? Inquiring minds want to know. She was a character on the TV sitcom "The Beverly Hillbillies", and I confess I was the one who brought her up in relation to ‘Jethro’ Miller<g. — Charlie…

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   fly’s still a-floatin, Ms. Hathaway longing… satisfied… jeffro  (ya can call me mr.J – ain’t got no meter, just a puzzled peter)

If you’ve been a messin’ with Ms. Hathaway, no wonder your peter’s puzzled.  "Boss?  Why are you abusin’ me so?" Peter

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Ya, save her for Louie.  She’s already past changing.

Her and LaPlac would make a fine looking couple at the places IJ sends him to<g. — Charlie…

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…while cooking breakfast for rachel this morning, i also steamed some of the hackles on several of my well-used and misshapen flies.  the parallel universe i was drifting through at the time caused me to think about bacon fat grease as a floatant.  once cool, it becomes a waxy substance like gink, aquel, etc.  It could be easily strained and poured into an applicator before it hardens up, and with a squeeze it will ooze out of a gink bottle in its cool state.  It’s hard as hell to clean out of the pan with soap and water, so it adheres pretty good…whaddayathink, would a dab or two work as a floatant on a dry fly?  If so, perhaps lacourse’s bacon fryin will be good for something in May besides causing involuntary streamside bowel movements, eh? jeff (always thunking…)

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Jeff I don’t know about the flies, but the bears will love it. Ernie

<snip If so, perhaps lacourse’s bacon fryin will be good for something in May

besides causing involuntary streamside bowel movements, eh? – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -jeff (always thunking…)

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Forgive him Don, for he knows not what he’s done….. Attention everyone!  Pray for this poster. hehe

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I just stumbled on to a great new stream a half hour from my cabin. I’m not telling where it is, of course. (If anyone wants to visit the Stanley area I’ll show it to you.) This is a nearly perfect mountain meadow creek — nice slow dry-fly water — which is a change of pace from the fast-flowing freestone rivers that dominate the landscape here. It has a lot of wildlife, too, which I like. As I walked to the creek there were three Swainson’s hawks in the air and I spooked a pair of Sandhill Cranes and a deer. The walking is treacherous because of numerous beaver projects. There wasn’t another soul in sight. The problem is that I didn’t catch any fish. I saw plenty, though. They came in two sizes: tiny and humongous. It was a problem keeping the tiny ones from spoiling the float to the humongous ones. There were many trout holding near the bank that must have been four pounds and up, easy. They rejected every offering. I crawled on my belly to the bank to avoid spooking them (which is ridiculously easy to do on this creek — spooking, I mean), and basically went through my fly boxes. I’d like to think they just weren’t feeding because a big thunderstorm was moving in. I just watched them for awhile and they didn’t look like they were feeding. This creek is now my project. It’s difficult sight fishing for large prey. BTW, on the drive home, over the pass, I saw that it had snowed. Snow on August 4! — Those who say do not know; those who know do not say. — Lao Tsu, who must have been a fisherman. something bogus to avoid spam)

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I just stumbled on to a great new stream a half hour from my cabin. I’m not telling where it is, of course. (If anyone wants to visit the Stanley area I’ll show it to you.) This is a nearly perfect mountain meadow creek — nice slow dry-fly water — which is a change of pace from the fast-flowing freestone rivers that dominate the landscape here. It has a lot of wildlife, too, which I like. As I walked to the creek there were three Swainson’s hawks in the air and I spooked a pair of Sandhill Cranes and a deer. The walking is treacherous because of numerous beaver projects. There wasn’t another soul in sight. The problem is that I didn’t catch any fish. I saw plenty, though.

Today I figured out how to fish this creek. It was great! It fished real well with #8 hoppers during the heat of the afternoon. I walk along the high banks looking for big fish. They seem to hang out together in groups of about 2 to 4 or so, but you also see single fish. If there are small fish around there are never any big fish. There must be a lot of cannibalism going on. (I’ll have to try some streamers next time.) Once I see them they’ve almost certainly seen me and have spooked, no matter how careful I am. In fact, sometimes I deliberately spook them because they’re holding in an undercut bank where I can’t see them. Then I have to wait five minutes or so, well back from the bank. After they’ve rested I creep to the bank about 40 feet upstream from them and present the fly downstream. These fish don’t seem to be all that selective about flies and this place is very lightly fished (I’ve never seen anyone there), but the water is perfectly clear and smooth and 7x tippets are called for. It seemed to be best when there was a bit of a breeze to make ripples on the surface. I got my three best cutthroats of the season today. The largest was maybe 20". Well, OK, 19". Also saw a Peregrine Falcon real close. — Those who say do not know; those who know do not say. — Lao Tsu, who must have been a fisherman. something bogus to avoid spam)

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I just stumbled on to a great new stream a half hour from my cabin.

(terrific little narrative snipped) I got my three best cutthroats of the season today. The largest was maybe 20". Well, OK, 19". Also saw a Peregrine Falcon real close. — Those who say do not know; those who know do not say. — Lao Tsu, who must have been a fisherman. something bogus to avoid spam)

    god, wulffie, what a world you live in.  congratulations. wayno

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Made in Duntons shop in Mass.  Before haveing his own shop Dunton was at Montague(just before WWII). They were sold under his own label and under the name of a fly shop in Manhattan(Bob Zwirz?) They were rather low end rods, drawn ferrules as an example, rather than machined. They were supposed to be rather fast with firm butts and quick tips but the ones I have seen(3 or 4) and cast seemed a bit wimpy and light in the tip.  Dunton sold his shop and machinery to Tom Dorsey and Tom Maxwell and it became Thomas and Thomas.  They went on to produce a line of superb high quality rods.  You see Dunton rods on the used lists from time to time and they don’t command much of a price.  IMHO they have some minor historical value but not much to recommend them as a fishing tool. Hi, I am interested in Sewell Dunton bambo rod. Anyone knows the magazie article or something written about it? Thanks in advance. Mikio Sugiyama

– Mike in PDX "When the trout are lost, smash the state."                          Tom McGuane

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Hi, I am interested in Sewell Dunton bambo rod. Anyone knows the magazie article or something written about it? Thanks in advance. Mikio Sugiyama

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Just moved here from LA, If anyone has any advice on the good places to float a dry, please email me. Thanks A bunch. Tight Lines John JTA The Truth Is Out There, But Would You Recognize It? Can You Handle It?

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Just moved here from LA, If anyone has any advice on the good places to float a dry, please email me.

Try the San Juan in April – May and October.  You’ll love it.

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Just moved here from LA, If anyone has any advice on the good places to

float a dry, please email me. Try the San Juan in April – May and October.  You’ll love it.

Chuck – You might also want to check out the Rio Grande near Pilar from October thru February.  You’ll find some excellent fishing and there won’t be many other people around.  Let me know if you want more info. Jeff Schmitt

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I just caught up with the exchanges on New Mexico – also have the opportunity to get out that way in mid-late march and am trying to get some info on the San Juan.  I’ve read about the size and prolific bug life but have also heard about the crowds…Bottom line, what’s to be expected at that time of year, either weather wise or in terms of runoff?  I’m not up to date on the snow pack/drought conditions or how much difference it makes on this great tailwater…Happy to reciprocate if you all ever get out to the midwest.  Thanks.

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I’ll be in Georgia for 6 days (visiting in-laws…) and would love an excuse to get out for a spell. They live near Columbus, but I generally fish only in Eastern Sierra (Northern California). Any suggestions? A good fly shop to call? Thanks! — Fish more, Fret less…

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I’ll be in Georgia for 6 days (visiting in-laws…)

In that part of Georgia you’ll only find warmwater fishing. Callway Gardens at Pine Mountain offers some great float tube fishing for large bream and bass. If you can get up to Atlanta, we have the Hooch; and if you have time to get into the mountains, there are too many opportunities to list here. Let me know more about your plans — maybe I can be of more assistance. — Visit Dave Teffeteller’s Fly Fishing Guides Home Page http://www.olfart.com

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi I have what I believe to be green sunfish. This fish were found in a shipment of baitfish that came from Arkansas. I live in central New York and our local DEC officer said they are not found in this area. People I know have said they are called Arkansas bluegill or shellcrackers. From books I have the fish that looks most like these fish is the green sunfish. They have the bodyshape of a rock bass. They have dark vertical stripes on their sides, a dark spot on the back of the gill cover, starting in front of the eye they have light metallic blue markings that go to the back of the gill cover, the over all body color is almost black and mottled with lighter scales throughout, all fins except the pectorals are edged with white with the pelvics being all white with black and brownish yellow streaks. The fish I believe to be females are less colorful. I have nine of these fish, the smallest is about 3 inches and the largest is about 7 inches. Does anyone know if this is indeed the green sunfish? How large do they get and what is their native range? They are living in a 75 gallon tank and doing fine. They eat anything I give them. Thanks for any information. Leah    

I think that you have it right.  We have them hear in California.  According to A.J. McClane’s New Standard Fishing Encyclopedia there are 30 species of sunfish that include bluegills and large mouth bass.  The only sunfish east of the rockies was the Sacramento Perch, all others have been introduced.  We call the green sunfish a "war mouth bass".  It is like a cross between a bass and a blueguill.  They are a great fish on light tackle. William Kiene Kiene’s Fly Shop Sacramento,CA,USA

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Hi I have what I believe to be green sunfish. This fish were found in a shipment of baitfish that came from Arkansas. I live in central New York and our local DEC officer said they are not found in this area. People I know have said they are called Arkansas bluegill or shellcrackers. From books I have the fish that looks most like these fish is the green sunfish. They have the bodyshape of a rock bass. They have dark vertical stripes on their sides, a dark spot on the back of the gill cover, starting in front of the eye they have light metallic blue markings that go to the back of the gill cover, the over all body color is almost black and mottled with lighter scales throughout, all fins except the pectorals are edged with white with the pelvics being all white with black and brownish yellow streaks. The fish I believe to be females are less colorful. I have nine of these fish, the smallest is about 3 inches and the largest is about 7 inches. Does anyone know if this is indeed the green sunfish? How large do they get and what is their native range? They are living in a 75 gallon tank and doing fine. They eat anything I give them. Thanks for any information. Leah    

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi I have what I believe to be green sunfish. This fish were found in a shipment of baitfish that came from Arkansas. I live in central New York and our local DEC officer said they are not found in this area. People I know have said they are called Arkansas bluegill or shellcrackers. From books I have the fish that looks most like these fish is the green sunfish. They have the bodyshape of a rock bass. They have dark vertical stripes on their sides, a dark spot on the back of the gill cover, starting in front of the eye they have light metallic blue markings that go to the back of the gill cover, the over all body color is almost black and mottled with lighter scales throughout, all fins except the pectorals are edged with white with the pelvics being all white with black and brownish yellow streaks. The fish I believe to be females are less colorful. I have nine of these fish, the smallest is about 3 inches and the largest is about 7 inches. Does anyone know if this is indeed the green sunfish? How large do they get and what is their native range? They are living in a 75 gallon tank and doing fine. They eat anything I give them. Thanks for any information. Leah    

Leah, the fish you have sounds just like a green sunfish to me. However, fish hatcheries are known to make hybrids between: green sunfish/bluegill green sunfish/red ear sunfish red ear sunfish/bluegill        obviously we don’t need to consider this one I still believe what you have is a pure green sunfish, because the hybrids that look like green sunfish have bright orange fins, and get larger. I have never heard a green sunfish called a shellcracker – shellcrackers are Red Ear Sunfish. If they are pure green sunfish, they won’t get much larger, maybe 8.5". If they are a hybrid they could reach 10". I don’t have a book in front of me, so I’m not sure about the range, other than I have caught them in Ohio, Indiana, and Texas. — Hunting and Fishing are the only sports that are even fun to FAIL at… as long as you don’t fail too often!  ;^)

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Smallies are excellent fly-rod fare; they will add a whole new dimension to the trout angler’s experience. Fish them with large nymphs (out east we rely heavily on the hellgrammite, which is an early stage of the Dobson fly), crayfish imitations, or minnow imitations.  Woolly buggers are a good starting point.  Don’t go down to too fine a tippet; they aren’t as discriminating (usually) as trout. They’ll hit surface lures; they basically behave like a cross between a trout (for current relationships) and a bass (striking and fighting characteristics.) Reply to report on your success! DM

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Smallies are excellent fly-rod fare; they will add a whole new dimension to the trout angler’s experience. Fish them with large nymphs (out east we rely heavily on the hellgrammite, which is an early stage of the Dobson fly), crayfish imitations, or minnow imitations.  Woolly buggers are a good starting point.  Don’t go down to too fine a tippet; they aren’t as discriminating (usually) as trout. They’ll hit surface lures; they basically behave like a cross between a trout (for current relationships) and a bass (striking and fighting characteristics.) Reply to report on your success! DM

Two points:         1.  Fish deep for the big ones.  Right along the bottom with weighted flys.  Dead drift accomplishes this best.  Even streamers need to be down on the bottom, I’ve found.         2.  Check with the locals about colors.  Surpising to me was that black works best in some rivers and not at all on others. Compare the Shenadoah with the Potomac, for instance. I’ve quit fishing for trout (even tho I always found it an exciting sport) except during the winter when the smallmouth bass go silent. No matter how big the trout or what species, I’ve never had a trout fight as hard or jump as high as a smallmouth of equivalent size.  It’s a real blast. Get the book "Flyfishing for Smallmouth Bass" by Harry Murray of Edinburg, VA for all the neat tricks.   Have fun.   Jim

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Respecting Harry’s book and school and school of thought:  Excellent work and useful, but some variations I have found successful: 1.  HM mainly works the ‘Doah branches.  Even the largest, the South Fork, is fairly small water compared to the Potomac, James, New, Susquehanna, etc.  Often, small or large water is irrelevant since habitat is "micro", that is, unaffected by the size of the river.  At times, however, the total size issue is critical.  The Shenandoah has a very great density of smaller fish; this leads to different patterns.  Also, in a system dominated by large numbers of smaller fish, the effectiveness of nymph and crawdad patterns changes.  Larger fish will key on larger prey, and hellgrammites just don’t get that big.    Also, bigger water has heavier flow, negating some bottom-relating techniques Harry uses with great success unless you are willing to use heavier gear. 2.  In a boat, Harry’s lighter tackle/lighter tippet (than I prefer) techniques are less practical.  I rarely go below 1x or 6lb or so tippet, often staying up around 12 lb, especially in fluorocarbons.  I have noticed no reduction in fish size or numbers, and I am able to deliver larger flies and weighted flies with ease. 3.   A drifted, rather than a stripped, delivery is less practical for our purposes on the Potomac.  In bigger water, in a boat, with a larger fly, I usually wind up encouraging my clients to fish far and fast, though this may offend the purist.  When we wade fish away from the boat, a more thorough and deliberate approach is possible, but on a nine-mile float we have some water to cover. 4.  The Susquehanna and New rivers, which are very large both in flow rate and depth variation, often require an even more pronounced departure from the standard techniques as espoused by Harry.  My best fish on both rivers came on large flies (4"+) perhaps more suitable for the salt.  Fewer hits, of course, but serious quality fish and the possibility of an appearance by the next species up the food chain (genus Esox) is possible. 5.   We’re also talking about a heavier line here.  7 weight is standard, and up to a 9 is my first choice.  That way there is no compromise on distance and power.   I have great respect for Harry’s way, and it is always the starting point, but be aware that there are some further techniques to try. Dave

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