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I’m in for that! john What’s the math?

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Sounds interesting.  I’d watch.  Count me in. Joel Axelrad **DFD**

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This is a Public Service Announcement for Penns Clave 2002 attendees: I am posing this question to all of you who will be attending the Penns Clave in May 2002…. How many of you are willing to pay around $10 (this is an upper guesstimate, it will be less) to view some awesome underwater video of trout behavior?

Well, that was an interesting post whether I go or not.  But it the $10 just to see the video, or to *buy* the video?

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Off hand Jef, I’d say we are talking about a man bringing down his presentation. Not really a money making proposition for him, but something that must be done by the plebes. I reckon we could throw in a good feed, with all of the trailers he is sure to find luxurious accommodations, and such recreational activity as might suit the situation……

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i’ll be there making shadow animals on the big screen       Handyman           Mike

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Mike writes: i’ll be there making shadow animals on the big screen      Handyman

and I’ll pay money to see that, as well!                          Tom

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why impose restrictions on this guy which we don’t ask of the rest of the crowd?                              Tom

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I wish I could make it to the Clave to see it. Could you talk to this guy about selling copies for those interested in seeing it that can’t attend the clave? Tim Apple

Tim, I do not believe that OZ sells videos, he gives presentations using footage that he has filmed. Dave

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Well, that was an interesting post whether I go or not.  But it the $10 just to see the video, or to *buy* the video?

Jeff, There is NO video for sale, I would have purchased both if available! The $10 per-person cost of attending this presentation is a "guess-timate" that I am using for this survey. The actual per-person cost will be determined by taking Ozzie’s invoice and dividing that by the number of attendees. you guys will enjoy this! Dave

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I’d like to see that. vince norris

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The $10 per-person cost of attending this presentation is a "guess-timate" that I am using for this survey. The actual per-person cost will be determined by taking Ozzie’s invoice and dividing that by the number of attendees.

Dave, I’m still planning on attending along with Jim Lafley.  We would be very interested in this if you can pull it off. –Stan

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Well, sounds to me like you had better get a figure from what’s his name and start taking the fair share from those who claim they’ll be there. john you’ll need a new thread….

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I’m in for that! john What’s the math?

John, awaiting an email response back… if no email by Jan 3rd 2002 I will call him. Dave

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Dave, I’m still planning on attending along with Jim Lafley.  We would be very interested in this if you can pull it off. –Stan

Stan, the concept was received favorably by the gentleman that gives the presentation… awaiting response as to availability and cost.  I am hoping that he brings his underwater photography equipment.  Sure would be interesting to see what a Penns Creek Diving Club roffian looks like underwater.  :-) Dave

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Well, sounds to me like you had better get a figure from what’s his name and start taking the fair share from those who claim they’ll be there. john you’ll need a new thread….

John, when this gets rolling I will be counting on you to give me a hand.  For whatever reasons lately, access to this NG has been unreliable through my ISP.  We will need to determine a specific date and time (your job), and; location (my job) for the presentation. Thank you in advance for your assistance.  :-) Dave

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me, too. wayno

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – …ditto…  of course, depends when and where the show is held?  they serve a nice yeungling draft and plentiful evening buffet at the sportsman’s club on lower penn’s creek – but i don’t know if they have a room for it… jeff This is a Public Service Announcement for Penns Clave 2002 attendees: I am posing this question to all of you who will be attending the Penns Clave in May 2002…. How many of you are willing to pay around $10 (this is an upper guesstimate, it will be less) to view some awesome underwater video of trout behavior? Last week after our Christmas dinner, about 30 of us Little Lehigh fly fisherman were fortunate to view 45 minutes of underwater video footage of trout behavior filmed by a local (NJ) fly fisherman/videographer? This guy’s (OZ) videos are great, this is the second video of his that I have seen and he tells me that he is working on his third video. Anyway, I think that many of you guys would enjoy it and that it would be cool to add an educational element to the clave, perhaps the night of the raffle.  OZ seems interested.  :-) A few years ago, I viewed a fishing video that included some underwater video footage where a camera was disquised as a trout and then placed in different sections of the stream to capture trout behavior.  It was very interesting, but OZ has this system where the optical component is mounted to the end of a boom that can be moved while he views what the lens sees on the remote LCD monitor. Here is OZ’s description of his video: "THE UNDERWATER WORLD OF TROUT Part II: FEEDING LIES All experienced anglers have witnessed a newly outfitted dude, standing in a spot where he ought to be fishing. Knowing where the fish are is critical to angling success — not just where they hide, but where they feed. This second voyage into The Underwater World of Trout answers the questions all anglers ask. Where are they? Why are they there? What are they eating? How do I recognize what is going on? If you’re like the rest of us, your bookshelves are full of experts espousing theories, all different and some invented just to sell books. In this study we go into the streams and examine the facts and get real answers. Some you expect, others you won’t believe until you see them yourself. To understand what a trout’s world is like requires a basic understanding of how water moves (hydrology) and how trout move about in the water (biomechanics). We all know some basic truths — or do we. Water always flows downstream — except when it doesn’t. Trout always face upstream — except when they don’t. Trout use the tail fin for propulsion — but how do they stop? Trout feed primarily in pools and use fast water to hide from predators — or do they? Trout always establish a pecking order and never tolerate other fish in their feeding lie — except when they do. You’ll be surprised how often some basic truths are violated. How trout rise offer clues to what they are eating. But have you ever had a chance to observe the difference between a trout taking an emerger, sipping a dun, tilting on a nymph or exploding after a skittering caddis? Thanks to a particularly co-operative rainbow trout from Pennsylvania all the different rise forms and takes are captured and made clear. These are not staged shots in aquariums but real trout in the streams that you and I fish. Footage is captured from the foothill creeks and wild trout streams in New Jersey and Pennsylvania, spring creeks from Carlisle to Long Island and a landlocked salmon river in Maine. These are the waters we ply, filmed by an angler who asks the questions we all ponder. You’ll walk away from this presentation knowing the answers to many questions, and with a whole set of new questions to ask." *** Ok, raise your hand if you want to see this video! *** Dave — Obigatory Disclaimer:  I have no financial interest in this offering.

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And me.   Dave

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…ditto…  of course, depends when and where the show is held?  they serve a nice yeungling draft and plentiful evening buffet at the sportsman’s club on lower penn’s creek – but i don’t know if they have a room for it… jeff – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – This is a Public Service Announcement for Penns Clave 2002 attendees: I am posing this question to all of you who will be attending the Penns Clave in May 2002…. How many of you are willing to pay around $10 (this is an upper guesstimate, it will be less) to view some awesome underwater video of trout behavior? Last week after our Christmas dinner, about 30 of us Little Lehigh fly fisherman were fortunate to view 45 minutes of underwater video footage of trout behavior filmed by a local (NJ) fly fisherman/videographer? This guy’s (OZ) videos are great, this is the second video of his that I have seen and he tells me that he is working on his third video. Anyway, I think that many of you guys would enjoy it and that it would be cool to add an educational element to the clave, perhaps the night of the raffle.  OZ seems interested.  :-) A few years ago, I viewed a fishing video that included some underwater video footage where a camera was disquised as a trout and then placed in different sections of the stream to capture trout behavior.  It was very interesting, but OZ has this system where the optical component is mounted to the end of a boom that can be moved while he views what the lens sees on the remote LCD monitor. Here is OZ’s description of his video: "THE UNDERWATER WORLD OF TROUT Part II: FEEDING LIES All experienced anglers have witnessed a newly outfitted dude, standing in a spot where he ought to be fishing. Knowing where the fish are is critical to angling success — not just where they hide, but where they feed. This second voyage into The Underwater World of Trout answers the questions all anglers ask. Where are they? Why are they there? What are they eating? How do I recognize what is going on? If you’re like the rest of us, your bookshelves are full of experts espousing theories, all different and some invented just to sell books. In this study we go into the streams and examine the facts and get real answers. Some you expect, others you won’t believe until you see them yourself. To understand what a trout’s world is like requires a basic understanding of how water moves (hydrology) and how trout move about in the water (biomechanics). We all know some basic truths — or do we. Water always flows downstream — except when it doesn’t. Trout always face upstream — except when they don’t. Trout use the tail fin for propulsion — but how do they stop? Trout feed primarily in pools and use fast water to hide from predators — or do they? Trout always establish a pecking order and never tolerate other fish in their feeding lie — except when they do. You’ll be surprised how often some basic truths are violated. How trout rise offer clues to what they are eating. But have you ever had a chance to observe the difference between a trout taking an emerger, sipping a dun, tilting on a nymph or exploding after a skittering caddis? Thanks to a particularly co-operative rainbow trout from Pennsylvania all the different rise forms and takes are captured and made clear. These are not staged shots in aquariums but real trout in the streams that you and I fish. Footage is captured from the foothill creeks and wild trout streams in New Jersey and Pennsylvania, spring creeks from Carlisle to Long Island and a landlocked salmon river in Maine. These are the waters we ply, filmed by an angler who asks the questions we all ponder. You’ll walk away from this presentation knowing the answers to many questions, and with a whole set of new questions to ask." *** Ok, raise your hand if you want to see this video! *** Dave — Obigatory Disclaimer:  I have no financial interest in this offering.

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This is a Public Service Announcement for Penns Clave 2002 attendees: I am posing this question to all of you who will be attending the Penns Clave in May 2002…. How many of you are willing to pay around $10 (this is an upper guesstimate, it will be less) to view some awesome underwater video of trout behavior? Last week after our Christmas dinner, about 30 of us Little Lehigh fly fisherman were fortunate to view 45 minutes of underwater video footage of trout behavior filmed by a local (NJ) fly fisherman/videographer? This guy’s (OZ) videos are great, this is the second video of his that I have seen and he tells me that he is working on his third video. Anyway, I think that many of you guys would enjoy it and that it would be cool to add an educational element to the clave, perhaps the night of the raffle.  OZ seems interested.  :-) A few years ago, I viewed a fishing video that included some underwater video footage where a camera was disquised as a trout and then placed in different sections of the stream to capture trout behavior.  It was very interesting, but OZ has this system where the optical component is mounted to the end of a boom that can be moved while he views what the lens sees on the remote LCD monitor. Here is OZ’s description of his video: "THE UNDERWATER WORLD OF TROUT Part II: FEEDING LIES All experienced anglers have witnessed a newly outfitted dude, standing in a spot where he ought to be fishing. Knowing where the fish are is critical to angling success — not just where they hide, but where they feed. This second voyage into The Underwater World of Trout answers the questions all anglers ask. Where are they? Why are they there? What are they eating? How do I recognize what is going on? If you’re like the rest of us, your bookshelves are full of experts espousing theories, all different and some invented just to sell books. In this study we go into the streams and examine the facts and get real answers. Some you expect, others you won’t believe until you see them yourself. To understand what a trout’s world is like requires a basic understanding of how water moves (hydrology) and how trout move about in the water (biomechanics). We all know some basic truths — or do we. Water always flows downstream — except when it doesn’t. Trout always face upstream — except when they don’t. Trout use the tail fin for propulsion — but how do they stop? Trout feed primarily in pools and use fast water to hide from predators — or do they? Trout always establish a pecking order and never tolerate other fish in their feeding lie — except when they do. You’ll be surprised how often some basic truths are violated. How trout rise offer clues to what they are eating. But have you ever had a chance to observe the difference between a trout taking an emerger, sipping a dun, tilting on a nymph or exploding after a skittering caddis? Thanks to a particularly co-operative rainbow trout from Pennsylvania all the different rise forms and takes are captured and made clear. These are not staged shots in aquariums but real trout in the streams that you and I fish. Footage is captured from the foothill creeks and wild trout streams in New Jersey and Pennsylvania, spring creeks from Carlisle to Long Island and a landlocked salmon river in Maine. These are the waters we ply, filmed by an angler who asks the questions we all ponder. You’ll walk away from this presentation knowing the answers to many questions, and with a whole set of new questions to ask." *** Ok, raise your hand if you want to see this video! *** Dave — Obigatory Disclaimer:  I have no financial interest in this offering.

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count me in                        Tom L

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count me in                       Tom L

and me Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://home.cogeco.ca/~pcharles/streamers/index.html

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count me in                       Tom L and me Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://home.cogeco.ca/~pcharles/streamers/index.html

me too…. –walt, i’ll make popcorn <g

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I wish I could make it to the Clave to see it. Could you talk to this guy about selling copies for those interested in seeing it that can’t attend the clave? Tim Apple

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – This is a Public Service Announcement for Penns Clave 2002 attendees: I am posing this question to all of you who will be attending the Penns Clave in May 2002…. How many of you are willing to pay around $10 (this is an upper guesstimate, it will be less) to view some awesome underwater video of trout behavior? Last week after our Christmas dinner, about 30 of us Little Lehigh fly fisherman were fortunate to view 45 minutes of underwater video footage of trout behavior filmed by a local (NJ) fly fisherman/videographer? This guy’s (OZ) videos are great, this is the second video of his that I have seen and he tells me that he is working on his third video. Anyway, I think that many of you guys would enjoy it and that it would be cool to add an educational element to the clave, perhaps the night of the raffle.  OZ seems interested.  :-) A few years ago, I viewed a fishing video that included some underwater video footage where a camera was disquised as a trout and then placed in different sections of the stream to capture trout behavior.  It was very interesting, but OZ has this system where the optical component is mounted to the end of a boom that can be moved while he views what the lens sees on the remote LCD monitor. Here is OZ’s description of his video: "THE UNDERWATER WORLD OF TROUT Part II: FEEDING LIES All experienced anglers have witnessed a newly outfitted dude, standing in a spot where he ought to be fishing. Knowing where the fish are is critical to angling success — not just where they hide, but where they feed. This second voyage into The Underwater World of Trout answers the questions all anglers ask. Where are they? Why are they there? What are they eating? How do I recognize what is going on? If you’re like the rest of us, your bookshelves are full of experts espousing theories, all different and some invented just to sell books. In this study we go into the streams and examine the facts and get real answers. Some you expect, others you won’t believe until you see them yourself. To understand what a trout’s world is like requires a basic understanding of how water moves (hydrology) and how trout move about in the water (biomechanics). We all know some basic truths — or do we. Water always flows downstream — except when it doesn’t. Trout always face upstream — except when they don’t. Trout use the tail fin for propulsion — but how do they stop? Trout feed primarily in pools and use fast water to hide from predators — or do they? Trout always establish a pecking order and never tolerate other fish in their feeding lie — except when they do. You’ll be surprised how often some basic truths are violated. How trout rise offer clues to what they are eating. But have you ever had a chance to observe the difference between a trout taking an emerger, sipping a dun, tilting on a nymph or exploding after a skittering caddis? Thanks to a particularly co-operative rainbow trout from Pennsylvania all the different rise forms and takes are captured and made clear. These are not staged shots in aquariums but real trout in the streams that you and I fish. Footage is captured from the foothill creeks and wild trout streams in New Jersey and Pennsylvania, spring creeks from Carlisle to Long Island and a landlocked salmon river in Maine. These are the waters we ply, filmed by an angler who asks the questions we all ponder. You’ll walk away from this presentation knowing the answers to many questions, and with a whole set of new questions to ask." *** Ok, raise your hand if you want to see this video! *** Dave — Obigatory Disclaimer:  I have no financial interest in this offering.

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Paul Goodwin writes: I’ld have to say that Waynes post get’s my vote for the best ever clave report. That’s for sure!  A wonderful wordsmith is our wayno.  "Piss running down a handicap ramp" — not exactly a sentence you get to use very often.  Well done, counselor.

Must have been long enough that it got lost somewhere, I never saw it on bellsouth.net. I’ll just have to take everyone’s word for it that it had internal rhythm. <g — Charlie…

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Charlie Choc: Must have been long enough that it got lost somewhere, I never saw it on bellsouth.net. I’ll just have to take everyone’s word for it that it had internal rhythm. <g — Charlie…

I didn’t get it on aol, and it wasn’t posted on Newsone.net.  I had to go to deja.com to get a copy of it.  And yes, it *is* long, but very funny with wonderful "internal rythm".  Got some external stuff too. Dave

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I didn’t get it on aol, and it wasn’t posted on Newsone.net.  I had to go to deja.com to get a copy of it.  And yes, it *is* long, but very funny with wonderful "internal rythm".  Got some external stuff too.

It is good, Tom Brown email’d me a copy (thanks Tom, and Wayno too<g). — Charlie…

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<snipped for bandwidth conservation ONLY) Excellent dissertation Mr. Harrison!!! — All fishermen are liars ‘cept you n me, and I’m starting to have doubts about you! www.fishticker.com

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i had to repeat damn near everything i said, even though i was talkin loud enough to be heard next door.

That’s cause New Englanders all talk funny. They gotta put the cah in the gahrage and then go get some chowdah. happily i had a little time to read some exciting new law review articles,

Ain’t any such thing. i am certain that the promising new business relationships i nurtured during my time in maine will help reward your efforts.

Little wayno’s Outfitters (We Never Close) is moving north? Gonna surround yourself with yankees? In a land where you can’t get grits nohow, not even the instant kind at the Safeway? "Goddamn, well I declare! Have you seen the like?Their walls are  built from  cannonballs; their motto is ‘don’t tread on me’" -Uncle Jerry

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I’ld have to say that Waynes post get’s my vote for the best ever clave report.

ditto for me, "casting pearls amongst the swine" as it were. Peter

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Paul Goodwin writes: I’ld have to say that Waynes post get’s my vote for the best ever clave report.

That’s for sure!  A wonderful wordsmith is our wayno.  "Piss running down a handicap ramp" — not exactly a sentence you get to use very often.  Well done, counselor. But, the "biggest brookie of my life" was a mere 15 inches.  I am afraid he’d shit his drawers if he got into one of the 22+ inchers!   <g Dave LaCourse, Bottom Dweller, home resting from the terrible ordeal of leading a bunch of reprobates on my home waters, but ready to go back

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I’ld have to say that Waynes post get’s my vote for the best ever clave report.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – to:  eleni t. harrison 5216 michaux rd greensboro, nc 27410 tuesday, sept [snip] ah beeyuh budeeyuh budeeyuh;  that’s all, folks… your friend in the old north state wayno

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You forgot a couple:        to:  irs, audit division        regional office        raleigh, n.c. to whom it may concern: as an attorney in good standing with n.c. bar, i resent your implication that i would in any way misuse the u.s. tax code, including the generous deductions allowed by the rules governing business entertainment deductions.  you have, i feel, improperly disallowed a large number of deductions, even medical expense deductions, as a result of a trip taken for the purposes of interviewing prospective clients.  let me assure you that every name on the attached list (styled "state’s exhibit a") is now, or shortly will be, in need of professional help.   as to the expenses, "misc:," again, let me assure you that all were legitimate.  for example, one expense, "$250.00 – Translator and translation expenses," was an absolute necessity, but unfortunately, those ill-spoken yankees don’t even understand money, and would only accept payment in the form of alcoholic beverages, hence, the receipt from "Dickey’s Crab House and Package Store." i can further assure you that deduction labeled "$862.50 – dr. hooter’s" is indeed a legitimate medical expense, as several in the party were dire need of attention at the close of the trip.  while i understand the reluctance to accept a receipt on a cocktail napkin, i cannot control the use of business forms by the medical profession. in closing, please free to contact me at any time should you need further supporting documentation.  further, i will be happy to personally recreate the entire trip, including reassembling the persons relevant, should you desire to send an investigator to personally the instant facts of the case at bar. i remain, a. wayne harrison             to:  all managing partners of             harrison, north, cooke and landreth, attorneys at law             221 commerce st             greensboro, nc 27401 gentlemen: "kinder, gentler irs", my ass!  get me the hell outta here! waiting, a. wayne harrison

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        to:  eleni t. harrison         5216 michaux rd         greensboro, nc 27410         tuesday, sept         well, dovins, me and the kid from raleigh (by way of utah) made it to portland safe and sound.  flying in from the ocean side, the harbor looked just like a giant goldfish pond, ringed with rocks, and dotted with tiny sails.  ol louie showed up with a handmade sign and groucho glasses.  he didn’t need a fake nose.         we drove across the state at a crisp rate, with the audi humming, feeling taut and confident as this wonderful old bastard carried us ever deeper into the woods of maine, with brittle, entertaining chatter flowing from all inside, to dissapate among the spruce by the roadside along with the gasses from the twin pipes.  the houses seemed to line the roads like spectators at a race, no more than one or two lines deep, pressed close upon us by the dark green trees and rising hills.  the buildings themselves were surprisingly delicate, and reminded me of the farmhouses of the old money families from the rowan county hinterlands.  i would have thought the weight of north country winters would have made for sterner, rougher homes.          we stopped in a little burg called norway to buy some emergency waders.  the wooden floors creaked as we entered, and the accents of the owner and the occupants might as well have come from argentina; they were strangers to my unaccustomed ear.  but the smiles weren’t forced, and i left with the memories of nearly fifty years ago, when i walked out of the same kind of place with my first fly rod in my hand, with hopes of fish captured pulling me toward the car.         we arrived at lake richardson with the audi clicking as she cooled from the workout, and motored steadily across a gorgeous body of water, gin clear from edge to center, and held together by the lovely, sloping hills that pass for mountains way up here.  we could see the camp in the distance, little brown cabins hunkered down together, pressed closely by the bright red barn of the damkeeper on one end and a bright white stand of birches on the other.  we could see the figures awaiting our arrival at the dock, and i soon could make out the familiar figure of indian joe mcintosh and two females. one of them, short and bright eyed, welcomed us with fearless enthusiasm and hugs that shattered any suggestion that we could be strangers.  the second figure was taller; thin, almost delicate, with a smile just barely broader than the mona lisa.  her name, it turned out, was joanne lacourse; the wife of the luckiest sonofabitch in new england.  her companion was dene mcintosh, who could turn a wake into the best damn party you ever were fortunate enough to attend.         getting settled was as easy as finding your way back to a place you have been before, with just enough time since your last visit to make the homecoming a surprise.  peetah charles showed up, and jeff conelly, with his friend benet (pronounced "benay").  and thank god, there was ol jeffy miller, pride of the greenville nc bar, and a man who loves his whiskey almost as much as his time on the water.         the next morning i was awakened by the dulcet tones of louie’s voice, gently chiding me to come to breakfast.  after a bracing shower, i joined our little band for a terrific breakfast, served by a charming, hard working young lady named kessie.  our crowd and a pair of older marrieds were the only guests at the lodge, and meals were both delicious and quiet.  they served a dessert called "lemon pudding" that is sure to show up on the next federal controlled substances list, ranked just after crack cocaine in degree of danger.         peetah and i walked about twenty minutes downstream to a place where the river flows into a second lake, much smaller than the one on which the main camp lies, called by the locals "pond in the river", or simply "pondy".  the river mouth was split by an island, which was reached by boat, capt. lacourse at the oars, and we fished there most of the morning.  i caught the largest brook trout of my life on a streamer, thrashing the water with a sinking line and stripping in as if i was churning butter.  the place itself was right out of a chet reneson water color; the first loon i’ve ever seen was fishing in the pond.  it was a much larger bird than i had expected, but its call was wonderously haunting, just as i had hoped.         during the evening’s socializing i found that dene and joanne had been exploring the lake in kayaks available at the camp.  they were excited about the experience, and when i expressed some interest in sharing their next excursion, the roff navy was born.  in the morning after breakfast we pointed the bows of our seaworthy crafts toward the rising sun and double paddled into legend.  the surface of the lake was flat and slick as cellophane, and you could look clear through the water at every depth.  the peace and beauty of the trip was punctuated with a few narrow escapes as joanne, our human torpedo, became directionally challenged from time to time.  admiral mcintosh led our initial assault on a starkly beautiful rock island in the center of the bay, and concluded our invasion successfully by, um, christening its granite surface.  you would get along wonderfully with these two terrific women, and i can’t wait for the day that you all get together.         the rest of the trip has been fascinating, highlighted by the arrival of the three daves and salmon fly, yankees but decent fellers every one.  we had a helluva bonfire at lakeside, but i was tired and missed the last of the revelry.  you know how i have been trying to reduce my alchohol consumption, and i take your advice in the matter to heart, of course.         one more thing:  if lakewood camps were located fifty miles south of asheville, it would be the prettiest place in the country; but even though it’s north of the mason dixon, it’s no worse than second place.  and david lacourse and his incredible wife made the entire experience unforgettable.  their energy and concern for the needs of all of us was a wonder.         as i write this, zimbo and i are seated in the cincinnati airport, waiting for the last section of the long flight that will bring me back to you and the kiddles.  give them a hug from the old man, and don’t wait up for me.         love         awh         to:  james mcdonald roberts         132 court street         greenville nc 2499         james:  what a goddam trip.  i met up with that kid i told you about that makes the great little bamboo rods so early on tuesday am that i felt like a freaking rooster.  the guy’s name is zimmerman, but i call him zimbo.  helluva good kid, and so damn excited about this chance to catch something bigger than a goldfish that he reminded me of keith sedberry the night sweet virginia overman promised him a little leg behind the sigma chi house, back in ‘68.         we got to maine about midday after an obviously meaningless trip to cincinnati.  damn airlines must be run by yankee republicans. anyway, ol louie laplac damn near burnt that silver audi to a crisp on those little two laners across the southern tip of maine.  i didn’t know if zimbo was gonna shit or throwup, but you could have gotten even money on both.  we had to stop at some godforsaken little sporting goods store in podunk maine where everybody was mumblin about "neah" and "fah" and kept ending every sentence with "a-yuh" or some such yankee shit.  i had to repeat damn near everything i said, even though i was talkin loud enough to be heard next door.         well, we drive i mean *deep* into the evergreens and long, sloping hills, with birches everywhere, great looking country, no doubt.  we cross this beautiful lake, and arrive at our destination, a group of little cabins all bunched together, leaning up against each other at differerent angles, like if you open the bathroom door and don’t block it with a rock the damn thing slams shut before you can get inside.  anyway, we get there, and beside ol injun joe and peetah, who you have met before, there are these two great lookin chicks who turn out to be married to ij and louie.  that’s the good news.  the bad news is they are hopelessly in love with the two old fools, and have about as much use for me as tits on a boar hog.  oh, well, they were still tons of fun, and good sports to boot.         ol jeffy was there, and met me at the dock with a fresh see-through.  i swear that boy is as good as pitt county has to give. and fishes his *ass* off, i mean.         the fishing is the damndest thing you have ever seen.  big, i mean *big* f***in trout and salmon, but you got to fish with these tiny damn flies just like you read about in fly fisherman magazine, and if you catch one of the bastards they laugh and turn inexorably toward the fast current, and bingo—tie on another teeny weeny.  and when i mean fast current, i am *not* kidding you.  damn place makes hazel creek look like piss runnin down a handicap ramp.  you wade that water, you die.  the deal is you fish in about a thirty yard semi-circle, pounding that water relentlessly, changing flies if you don’t hook up.  i swear to god peetah charles must have tossed the entire f***ing inventory of a fair sized orvis shop in the water at this crowd of salmon that fed all day on bugs so tiny you couldn’t see em.  he caught, in his inimitable terminology, "the odd fish", and he is damn good.  but, it is a challenge, and the feeling you get when one of those freight trains hooks you up and heads for the black runs can’t be matched in the appalachians.  and you should have seen the newbie from utah.  if he wasn’t fishin, he was talkin about fishin. he did really well.  quick learner, and fun travel with, even though it’s safe to say that you and he have …different tastes….which reminds me:  jesus, did i get smashed every night.  if it weren’t for the fact that the power goes off all over camp automatically at 11:30 every night, my liver would have called 911.         and, hell man, the place

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It looks like I’ll be in Switzerland next August. I was thinking that this might be a chance to try some European flyfishing. Anyone have suggestions about what would be good that time of year? It doesn’t have to be near Switzerland. This is a free trip, so I can afford to splurge on extra travel.

August is not exactly the best time for fishing here, but whatever, drop me a mail a little before the time and I will arrange something. Do it at least a month or so beforehand, and I will try and organise a license and everything for you if you would like to have a go here in Germany. I will try and send you some info on Switzerland as well. Your best bet for reasonable fishing is probably Austria. Tight lines ! MC

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It looks like I’ll be in Switzerland next August. I was thinking that this might be a chance to try some European flyfishing. Anyone have suggestions about what would be good that time of year? It doesn’t have to be near Switzerland. This is a free trip, so I can afford to splurge on extra travel. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – (delicately snipped)        she had fallen in love, and she was grateful that it was in a beautiful place.        a. wayne harrison  examplage has paid off for you Wayno! Wayne To fish is human….To release Divine!    hart, you’ve been staying up late, reading asadi again.

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Damn, counselor; that was mighty fine.   Thanks. Joe F. p.s. "…before the winter took all this into custody"  *had* to be written by a lawyer.  

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(Lovely story snipped) My God, counselor, there is hope for you yet.  No wonder I haven’t given up on you.  Well done. Dave

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[deleted] hovering like the handheld trout.

I gotcher handheld trout… — TimW, Halfordian Golfer "A Cash Flow Runs Through It…" "Guilt replaced the creel…"

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Great story Wayno,  Thanks George Adams

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I gotcher handheld trout…

ROFLMAO! That’s not trout!  That’s tuna! Warren

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And then she realized that this wasn’t a once in a lifetime dream. No, she found out that you were going to spend three or four days a week and many weekends fishing and night after night after night reading fly fishing newsgroups and it was all over, right? Steve Zimmerman

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Nice piece of work Wayno.  I see someone has been telling you stories about me again.  You didn’t have to try and cover it up with that lawyer nonsense hehehehe Job well done.  One of the few treasures I have read in a long while. Warren

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[a snippet of romance]    a. wayne harrison

Counsellor, you’ve outdone yourself. Peter

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(delicately snipped)    she had fallen in love, and she was grateful that it was in a beautiful place.    a. wayne harrison

I see at last, all my careful instruction, tutoring, and examplage has paid off for you Wayno!  If you can just work in the glass of wine and sparkling fire in her eyes you will be close to graduation! — Wayne To fish is human….To release Divine! Before you buy.

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wayno, well, wow….. first drink is on me sat. waldo – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –         she had listened with eyes that grew larger with each spoken image, as he tried to paint a picture of harper creek, his words matching the of the flow of the cellophane water, stretched in places to transparency, colored deep green and brown in the deeper reaches. they had known each other for exactly one week.  they sat across an oaken table in the bar where they had met:  the young lawyer, smitten with her like a stone from david’s sling, not yet dead, but brought far closer to life with the collision.; she, not yet twenty, a freshwoman, a first year student in a sleepy southern town.  lawyers could be heroes, then, and in a place like that, and she watched him watch her with a joy that she hoped was the stuff of dreams.         fishing for trout had become a subject of value for both of them.  she had asked him, earnestly, what are the things you love to do; he had said, fish for trout.  she asked why, and he said:  because they live in beautiful places.  it moved her nearly to tears, to know a man that could care more about where a thing lived than how to conquer it, or kill it.  for his part, it gave him something to give her.  something no one else had ever given her.  the end of her mountain drought.         so they drove together in search of the places and pictures he had described, with hearts quickening on first sight of the front range of the blue ridge, looking just like low, dark clouds, at first; then, rising with the loss of distance, gaining substance and losing mystery, they proclaimed the reality of the pictures.         it took a full hour of climbing in the car before they were inside those blue hills, no longer spectators.  and after that, the walking, nearly falling, downhill, towards the hushed rustle of flowing water, sounding like leaves in a far away wind. he knew the trip down was a tease, that each light step forward, gravity-aided, was a warning of the pain that waited at day’s end.  she only knew that she couldn’t wait to spend the best, or the rest, of this delicious day beside this magician, who painted pictures with words, and then made them real.         they reached the stream abruptly, the water strangely quiet where they made contact; a brief, sandy end to the trail signaled the edge of the water, reflecting every hint of light that sliced between the tree covered mountain shoulders.  she said, quickly, it’s just as you told me; he was validated by the water he loved.  he smiled as he prepared his gear, embarrassed at the clumsiness of early spring. it’s not like riding a bicycle, he thought; you never get over the excitement last felt months before, before the winter took all this into custody.  her eyes were blind to error, and she marveled at the movement of the rod and line, once joined, and at the lovely rythm of his arm and its inanimate extension, as alive as any flesh.         she never saw what convinced the fish to strike; it happened in an unexpected fashion, devoid of violence.  he lifted the rod, but the line refused to dance; it stopped, straightened, and began to arch toward the water, and something below the surface.  then, the surface shattered, and purest light broke the crystal tension; rose curved, twisted, and fell back into the shadowed stream.  it came to her dreamlike:  that was a fish; he has caught a fish that flies.  he waded towards her, reached beneath the wetness, and showed her the prize:  fierce, wide of eye, red blaze stretching from a black head to a rainbow’s end.  it’s a rainbow, he said; she almost replied arrogantly, of course it’s a rainbow, you fool, it’s surely more than a fish.  but she just said yes, i see.  he held the fish for a moment, and it hovered, confused, she thought.  the the lightning, and it found its place, away from them.         in her pack she had carried a lunch; that was her contribution to the trip, put together before they had shared the entrance to the blue, rolling hills, before she was washed in the knowledge of the importance of this discovery about trout, and this man who fished for them.  she opened it, and they ate, not speaking of the fish, or the fishing.  when she had half finished, he looked straight at her, and said, without asking, would you come here to me?  and she did, knowing the the memories that were forming even before they were lying together, naked, resting, hovering like the handheld trout.         she had fallen in love, and she was grateful that it was in a beautiful place.         a. wayne harrison

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Wayne, c’est un chef d’ouevre.  Magnifique mon frere (or should I say grand pere). Missing Hillary in Michigan, Mu

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Counselor Now that’s a post worth reading and a thread worth building on. You’ve done it again. Congratilations. Dave

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        she had listened with eyes that grew larger with each spoken image, as he tried to paint a picture of harper creek, his words matching the of the flow of the cellophane water, stretched in places to transparency, colored deep green and brown in the deeper reaches. they had known each other for exactly one week.  they sat across an oaken table in the bar where they had met:  the young lawyer, smitten with her like a stone from david’s sling, not yet dead, but brought far closer to life with the collision.; she, not yet twenty, a freshwoman, a first year student in a sleepy southern town.  lawyers could be heroes, then, and in a place like that, and she watched him watch her with a joy that she hoped was the stuff of dreams.         fishing for trout had become a subject of value for both of them.  she had asked him, earnestly, what are the things you love to do; he had said, fish for trout.  she asked why, and he said:  because they live in beautiful places.  it moved her nearly to tears, to know a man that could care more about where a thing lived than how to conquer it, or kill it.  for his part, it gave him something to give her.  something no one else had ever given her.  the end of her mountain drought.         so they drove together in search of the places and pictures he had described, with hearts quickening on first sight of the front range of the blue ridge, looking just like low, dark clouds, at first; then, rising with the loss of distance, gaining substance and losing mystery, they proclaimed the reality of the pictures.         it took a full hour of climbing in the car before they were inside those blue hills, no longer spectators.  and after that, the walking, nearly falling, downhill, towards the hushed rustle of flowing water, sounding like leaves in a far away wind. he knew the trip down was a tease, that each light step forward, gravity-aided, was a warning of the pain that waited at day’s end.  she only knew that she couldn’t wait to spend the best, or the rest, of this delicious day beside this magician, who painted pictures with words, and then made them real.           they reached the stream abruptly, the water strangely quiet where they made contact; a brief, sandy end to the trail signaled the edge of the water, reflecting every hint of light that sliced between the tree covered mountain shoulders.  she said, quickly, it’s just as you told me; he was validated by the water he loved.  he smiled as he prepared his gear, embarrassed at the clumsiness of early spring. it’s not like riding a bicycle, he thought; you never get over the excitement last felt months before, before the winter took all this into custody.  her eyes were blind to error, and she marveled at the movement of the rod and line, once joined, and at the lovely rythm of his arm and its inanimate extension, as alive as any flesh.         she never saw what convinced the fish to strike; it happened in an unexpected fashion, devoid of violence.  he lifted the rod, but the line refused to dance; it stopped, straightened, and began to arch toward the water, and something below the surface.  then, the surface shattered, and purest light broke the crystal tension; rose curved, twisted, and fell back into the shadowed stream.  it came to her dreamlike:  that was a fish; he has caught a fish that flies.  he waded towards her, reached beneath the wetness, and showed her the prize:  fierce, wide of eye, red blaze stretching from a black head to a rainbow’s end.  it’s a rainbow, he said; she almost replied arrogantly, of course it’s a rainbow, you fool, it’s surely more than a fish.  but she just said yes, i see.  he held the fish for a moment, and it hovered, confused, she thought.  the the lightning, and it found its place, away from them.         in her pack she had carried a lunch; that was her contribution to the trip, put together before they had shared the entrance to the blue, rolling hills, before she was washed in the knowledge of the importance of this discovery about trout, and this man who fished for them.  she opened it, and they ate, not speaking of the fish, or the fishing.  when she had half finished, he looked straight at her, and said, without asking, would you come here to me?  and she did, knowing the the memories that were forming even before they were lying together, naked, resting, hovering like the handheld trout.         she had fallen in love, and she was grateful that it was in a beautiful place.         a. wayne harrison

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In the movie Primary Colors, a roman a clef about Bill and Hillary and Co. on the campaign trail, the actress who played Hillary (Emma Thompson) was bored to tears by a campaign contributor who just talked about flyfishing all night long. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)

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…         she had fallen in love, and she was grateful that it was in a beautiful place.

That’s the finest piece of fiction, without capitalization, that I’ve ever read. Thanks, Wayno. — Ken Fortenberry- hoping e.e. cummings never wrote fiction Illini 3 – Tar Heels 1

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Really nice fly shop in Schroon Lake. Friendly, helpful shopkeeper. Adirondacks is God’s country. One warning, get repellent… the blackflies are big and hungry. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I am planning a trip to New York’s Adirondacks this July and wonder if anyone had info on fishing in the area.  I have never been there but understand there are tons of rivers.  I’ll be in the Old Forge area near the Moose River (just west of Raquette Lake).  Any info on fly shops, public access to rivers and the hatches I might expect to see in late July would be appreciated. Thanks. Steve

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I am planning a trip to New York’s Adirondacks this July and wonder if anyone had info on fishing in the area.  I have never been there but understand there are tons of rivers.  I’ll be in the Old Forge area near the Moose River (just west of Raquette Lake).  Any info on fly shops, public access to rivers and the hatches I might expect to see in late July would be appreciated. Thanks. Steve

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Does anyone have any information on the actual fishing conditions (hatch, water temp. water level…) for the rivers in the northern part of New York state (Chateauguay, Salmon Marbel, Ausable, Saranac, Chasy…..). Or better phone numbers where I could get these information on a daily basis.

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Does anyone have any information on the actual fishing conditions (hatch, water temp. water level…) for the rivers in the northern part of New York state (Chateauguay, Salmon Marbel, Ausable, Saranac, Chasy…..). Or better phone numbers where I could get these information on a daily basis.

Check out Francis Betters’ site… I think it’s called the Adirondack Fisherman, or something like that.  Do a search with his name and fly fishing.  I believe he posts a hatch report for the Ausable, and will give really up-to-date info by phone. Bob Scott

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Adam    Try this adress …           Glastech Rods 4765 C.T.H. KP Cross Plains, WI 53528 Or call at 608-798-3423 Hope this helps                                 J.D.

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Thursday, October 16, 1997 Please help me with this request.  I run a Small Stream Flyfishing site.  It is non commercial.  I try to answer all questions that are fielded to me that I can.  I have had some inquiry into fiberglass flyrods for small stream situations.

I believe that Angler’s Workshop in Woodland Washington also sells light glass flyrod blanks–at least as light as 3 or 4 weight. "Moderation should never be taken to extremes"

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Angler’s Workshop does have a line of Lamiglass fiberglass blanks in various line weights.  I am also thinking of building a glass rod this winter.  I believe the slow action of glass will approach that of bamboo.  A rod like this is considered a highly specialized rod for a particular situation. Any other suppliers or manufacturers of fiberglass rod blanks? Thanks. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thursday, October 16, 1997 Please help me with this request.  I run a Small Stream Flyfishing site.  It is non commercial.  I try to answer all questions that are fielded to me that I can.  I have had some inquiry into fiberglass flyrods for small stream situations. I believe that Angler’s Workshop in Woodland Washington also sells light glass flyrod blanks–at least as light as 3 or 4 weight. "Moderation should never be taken to extremes"

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Thursday, October 16, 1997 Please help me with this request.  I run a Small Stream Flyfishing site.  It is non commercial.  I try to answer all questions that are fielded to me that I can.  I have had some inquiry into fiberglass flyrods for small and seems to do the job yet it is a heavier line weight than I prefer. Another reader has suggested that I search out Glastech for some small stream specific flyrods made of fiberglass for a review.  I have sent mail to this address and have recieved all posts back. Glastech C/O Dennis Frank 236 Buechner Dr. Mt. Horeb, WI 53572 Does anyone know if this rodmaker is still in exsistance?  Can you help me contact this company?  Thanks in advance… adam Small Stream Flyfishing http://www.swlink.net/~hangwind

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I’m going to be in Ft. Myers, Florida in August.  Does anyone have any suggestions for fly fishing spots that are accessible on foot in the Ft. Myers beach, Sanibel Island area? –

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-  GEORGE ,

You can cast for snook and trout right from the beach in the morning. It’s fun! Stop in at a fly shop and ask for some local patterns. You may even see some tarpon. Best of luck, Gary C. Floridian Fly Fisherman "Lie ? Me ? Never!  No, no, no, the truth is far too much fun !" – Captain Hook

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I pretreat as I tie to avoid the gumming up problem Ralph refers too.  I use any paste floatant on my fingers as an example when spinning fur on thread to dub a body, or run a dry fly hackle thru thumb and forefinger after having dipped thumb in floatant. Works better for me than soaking in liqids(water seal, scotchguard or whatever)                        Mike in PDX               "When the trout are lost, smash the state."                                           Tom McGuane

Hi Michael-    Cool idea. I’ll give it a try. Thanks!    -Ralph —

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Can anyone, particularly those of you who tie large quantities of flies, tell me what I can use to coat my dry flies.  I have tied several hundred dry flies this winter and want to apply that initial coat.  I know I can buy dry fly silicone mucilin at my fly shop, but I would like more than just a small bottle.  I have been told that Thompsons Water Seal can be used, as well as the silicon spray used to water treat clothes.  Is Thompson ok to use?  What else is out there? What do you mass tyier use?  Any info would be greatly appreciated.

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I soak my dry flies in liquid silicone. It’s avialable from large automotive supply houses, etc. It’s less expensive than the stuff from the fly shop. Good luck Al Beatty BT’s Fly Fishing Products Bozeman, MT (96 catalog)

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   I used to pretreat my flies but finally made the decision to stop. Silicone products leave a tackiness on the flies. This tackiness gets transferred to the fly box. Once a fly is used, algae and other bits of grime adhere to it and get carried into the flybox. In the coarse of a season this grime builds up and pretty soon the whole box has a sticky dirt coating its interior walls and the flies float worse than they would if they hadn’t been treated in the first place.    Many excellent anglers *do* pretreat their patterns, I found it wasn’t worth it to me.    Ralph Ralph Cutter, California School of Flyfishing. http://www.flyline.com

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 What if you have a jig of some sort on your line with a slip bobber rig….. Do you think it will

work? Has anyone…..tried it? Down here in TExas what you are describing is called a "Mansfield Mauler": Foam float with about a ten-inch stiff steel wire thru a slip-hole down the bobber. Wire held from leaving the hole by sliding plastic beads top and bottom (belayed by crimped ferrules) that "click" when the mauler is twitched. Bottom end has a few feet of leader and a snap:the  jig (or a treble hook with live bait like a shrimp) goes there… You "pop" the rod and as you do the wire comes up thru the float, thereby tilting the float to its side. THe sudden tilt causes the bait to be jerked up and a bit laterally towards the fisherman. THe wire also propels the beads against the bobber causing a nice loud click. As you relax the line the wire descend again thru the hole partway, allowing the bait to settle. Another click occurs when the top bead hits the top of the bobber. They are painted an iridescent red/dayglow orange color. Very effective over eelgrass down here for redfish and specks… Don’t know if they are avail from catalogs but I bet they are. email me for address of supplier here if you cant find em thru bass pro shops or equiv. places… good luck. bill II*

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 What if you have a jig of some sort on your line with a slip bobber rig….. Do you think it will work? Has anyone…..tried it?

In Iowa, during crappie spawning season, we used jigs with marabou feather tails under bobbers to catch them.  Set the jig 18-24 inches below the bobber, depending on the depth of the bottom.  Cast, slowly retrieve.  Set the hook at the slightest strange action by the bobber. Once, I was wading and casting this set-up.  I got careless, and let the jig hit the water behind me.  I threw a crappie 30 feet forward, after it grabbed that jig!  This should work almost anywhere if the water is clear enough to see 3-5 feet, during the spring spawn. Larry L. Neely

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I haven’t tried it yet, but I had a thought. What if you have a jig of some sort on your line with a slip bobber rig. Suppose the bobber has a long stem or tube (or whatever you call that piece the line passes through). Cast it out, and the jig sinks to the set depth and the weight of the jig keeps the slip bobber upright. Now, since the line passes all the way through the bobber from bottom to top, if you twitch or jerk your line in small increments will the slip bobber act as a fulcrum and cause enough up and down and sideways action on the jig to attract a strike? Eventually, you would twitch the lure back to you and have to cast again. But in clear water where fish spook at the sight of a boat, this might be a useful technique if you could find a school holding at a certain depth. Do you think it will work? Has anyone tried it?

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: I haven’t tried it yet, but I had a thought. What if you have a jig of : some sort on your line with a slip bobber rig. Suppose the bobber has a : long stem or tube (or whatever you call that piece the line passes : through). Cast it out, and the jig sinks to the set depth and the weight : of the jig keeps the slip bobber upright. : Now, since the line passes all the way through the bobber from bottom to : top, if you twitch or jerk your line in small increments will the slip : bobber act as a fulcrum and cause enough up and down and sideways action : on the jig to attract a strike? Eventually, you would twitch the lure back : to you and have to cast again. But in clear water where fish spook at the : sight of a boat, this might be a useful technique if you could find a : school holding at a certain depth. Do you think it will work? Has anyone : tried it? You have just described one of the most effective ways of fishing for crappie.  This technique is also good for trout and bluegill.  You can attach a sinking fly instead of a jig, twitch it now and then, you can catch bluegill, crappie or trout.  Sometimes a curious bass will bite but not too often.  Place a shiner and you will get big bass.  Of course, depends where you fish, depth setting, time of the year, species found in the lake, etc…

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I believe In-Fisherman or Bassmaster magazine had an article on just this type of fishing. I’am not sure which month it was in, but i’am pretty sure it was in last years run.

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: You have just described one of the most effective ways of fishing for : crappie.  This technique is also good for trout and bluegill.  You can : attach a sinking fly instead of a jig, twitch it now and then, you can catch : bluegill, crappie or trout.  Sometimes a curious bass will bite but not : too often.  Place a shiner and you will get big bass.  Of course, depends : where you fish, depth setting, time of the year, species found in the lake, : etc… You may also try using cast-a-bubble, or very tiny Thill floats if the fish are very spooky, instead of the ordinary bobbers.

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I haven’t tried it yet, but I had a thought. What if you have a jig of some sort on your line with a slip bobber rig. Suppose the bobber has a long stem or tube (or whatever you call that piece the line passes through). Cast it out, and the jig sinks to the set depth and the weight of the jig keeps the slip bobber upright.

I used to do a lot of heavy spinning from rocky coastlines when I lived in Samoa, fishing for bluefin trevelly and ulua. The surface poppers are fun, but no good when the fish were down. However, casting a diving lure was hopeless,… always snagging on the coral and losing precious lures. I thought about it a while, and came up with the same idea you hit on, only adapted to bigger fish. I was using 25 lb on a Penn 850, passing the line through a 2" bubble (the kind you partially fill with water for weight). On the terminal end, a barrel swivel was joined to a 4′ leader and large diving lure. Big Rapalas or salmon plugs were good. I would then cast out and let the lure sink down while counting off the seconds. If it hit bottom, a quick retrieve kept it off, then I would always start the retrieve a few seconds sooner on later casts (Rapala Countdown method). This would give a long, slanting retrieve to the surface, then a free fall to the bottom, another slanting retrieve, etc. till the lure was in. My best catch was a 38 lb white ulua on a 8" Rapala Sliver. However, I still lost plent of lures, but it was another option. — David G. Itano

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I haven’t tried it yet, but I had a thought. What if you have a jig of some sort on your line with a slip bobber rig. Suppose the bobber has a long stem or tube (or whatever you call that piece the line passes through). Cast it out, and the jig sinks to the set depth and the weight of the jig keeps the slip bobber upright. Now, since the line passes all the way through the bobber from bottom to top, if you twitch or jerk your line in small increments will the slip bobber act as a fulcrum and cause enough up and down and sideways action on the jig to attract a strike? Eventually, you would twitch the lure back to you and have to cast again. But in clear water where fish spook at the sight of a boat, this might be a useful technique if you could find a school holding at a certain depth. Do you think it will work? Has anyone tried it?

Great technique for Walleyes.   Knocks ‘em dead. Burt Benson, New York Mills, MN

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