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All, A man I knew for the last 25 years as a dear friend and a fly fisherman passed away last night at the age of 68. This man survived the Korean War flying some of our best jets of that time and continued flying until medical problems grounded him. His main interest in life was fly fishing and fly tying.  When he could not find the materials he wanted for tying or fishing, he made them. He even defied the odds and manufactured his own fly rods and produced some of the finest rods I’ve ever had the privilege to cast. I know that many on this list were his friend and will also miss him. This list will miss his quips and comments. Whether you agreed with him or not, he did made you think. George, we will all miss you. In memory of George Gehrke, Karl Snyder — a friend

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In memory of George Gehrke, Karl Snyder — a friend

Friend or foe, from all I’ve heard, he was an excellent angler.  Tight lines George. — Frank Reid Reverse email to reply

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In memory of George Gehrke,

It’s good he was able to make it to the Henrys Fork Clave, and probably why he strived to get there. He obviously enjoyed himself there, and (for better or worse) enjoyed frequenting roff. My thoughts are with his friends and family. — TL, George. Tim

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – All, A man I knew for the last 25 years as a dear friend and a fly fisherman passed away last night at the age of 68. This man survived the Korean War flying some of our best jets of that time and continued flying until medical problems grounded him. His main interest in life was fly fishing and fly tying.  When he could not find the materials he wanted for tying or fishing, he made them. He even defied the odds and manufactured his own fly rods and produced some of the finest rods I’ve ever had the privilege to cast. I know that many on this list were his friend and will also miss him. This list will miss his quips and comments. Whether you agreed with him or not, he did made you think. George, we will all miss you. In memory of George Gehrke, Karl Snyder — a friend

Very sorry to hear that, Karl. No matter if the people on this list were his friends or not, I think that we all will miss his posts, for sure I will. Even if I didn

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_____  This is a great day to begin fly tying with my new NOR-VISE.  I suppose it can be said that fly tying and fly fishing for me goes far beyond being just a hobby.  Its a study in life itself, of temperament, the various sciences that range from hydrology (OH! There he goes!  He just floated right by us!) to entomology, the science of cements for repair waders that will now always leak, to how to pack a fly box using the Dewey Decimal/Alpabetical Filing System without going crazy.  It still seems, no matter what, you always find the fly you want in the last pocket of you 18 Pocket fly fishing vest . . . just before you drop it in the river. Arrrrrrggggggggguuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I am one of the those wise old hoots who enjoys his reverie and I suppose it comes from years astream packed with a million memories.  I like good music which to me is anything that wasn’t dictated by the "now generation".  I go way back.  When I say ‘way back’ I mean to the eras of Holiday with her sensual, provocative voice, to Stan Kenton, Dave Brubeck, the Dorsey’s, tunes like Sing, Sing, Sing, Elk’s Parade, Lullaby of Birdland, Cole Porter’s Old Black Magic, others such as Green Eyes, (done especially by Artie Shaw) laced with some of the finest concertos by Wolfgang Amadaus Mozart.  Naturally, fly tying requires a few more essentials but music and fly tying is the dubbing for my mind. I confess also that I am a lover of Port Wines and the Tawny brands suit me fine for I do not like overly sweet wines at all but I don’t like them bitter or any that lay flat on the tongue. It seems I cannot tie without a few bird dogs (my Llewellyn Setters) under the table but it comes not with a price.  I say this because it came to me these sounds of pleasure from under my table one day.  I dropped my hand down to get that familiar lick but it was not too be, so I slide my chair back a bit and look at my dog ‘Shotgun’ who has his chin laying upon my Jungle Cock neck, all slimed and in-between his paws.  His eyes look up to the top of his head as if saying, ‘no, you can’t have it!’ Well today, warm weather has come to my canyon and the sun dresses all the buds on the trees.  My canaries are singing their song of spring over the soft music.   Things are in harmony and my glass if full.   — (C) George Gehrke 2001 http://www.gink.com/shopcart/index.html     fine bamboo flyrods & blanks

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – _____  This is a great day to begin fly tying with my new NOR-VISE.  I suppose it can be said that fly tying and fly fishing for me goes far beyond being just a hobby.  Its a study in life itself, of temperament, the various sciences that range from hydrology (OH! There he goes!  He just floated right by us!) to entomology, the science of cements for repair waders that will now always leak, to how to pack a fly box using the Dewey Decimal/Alpabetical Filing System without going crazy.  It still seems, no matter what, you always find the fly you want in the last pocket of you 18 Pocket fly fishing vest . . . just before you drop it in the river. Arrrrrrggggggggguuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I am one of the those wise old hoots who enjoys his reverie and I suppose it comes from years astream packed with a million memories.  I like good music which to me is anything that wasn’t dictated by the "now generation".  I go way back.  When I say ‘way back’ I mean to the eras of Holiday with her sensual, provocative voice, to Stan Kenton, Dave Brubeck, the Dorsey’s, tunes like Sing, Sing, Sing, Elk’s Parade, Lullaby of Birdland, Cole Porter’s Old Black Magic, others such as Green Eyes, (done especially by Artie Shaw) laced with some of the finest concertos by Wolfgang Amadaus Mozart.  Naturally, fly tying requires a few more essentials but music and fly tying is the dubbing for my mind. I confess also that I am a lover of Port Wines and the Tawny brands suit me fine for I do not like overly sweet wines at all but I don’t like them bitter or any that lay flat on the tongue. It seems I cannot tie without a few bird dogs (my Llewellyn Setters) under the table but it comes not with a price.  I say this because it came to me these sounds of pleasure from under my table one day.  I dropped my hand down to get that familiar lick but it was not too be, so I slide my chair back a bit and look at my dog ‘Shotgun’ who has his chin laying upon my Jungle Cock neck, all slimed and in-between his paws.  His eyes look up to the top of his head as if saying, ‘no, you can’t have it!’ Well today, warm weather has come to my canyon and the sun dresses all the buds on the trees.  My canaries are singing their song of spring over the soft music. Things are in harmony and my glass is full. — (C) George Gehrke 2001 http://www.gink.com/shopcart/index.html     fine bamboo flyrods & blanks

– (C) George Gehrke 2001 http://www.gink.com/shopcart/index.html     fine bamboo flyrods & blanks

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – _____  This is a great day to begin fly tying with my new NOR-VISE.  I suppose it can be said that fly tying and fly fishing for me goes far beyond being just a hobby.  Its a study in life itself, of temperament, the various sciences that range from hydrology (OH! There he goes!  He just floated right by us!) to entomology, the science of cements for repair waders that will now always leak, to how to pack a fly box using the Dewey Decimal/Alpabetical Filing System without going crazy.  It still seems, no matter what, you always find the fly you want in the last pocket of your 18 Pocket fly fishing vest . . . just before you drop it in the river. Arrrrrrggggggggguuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I am one of the those wise old hoots who enjoys his reverie and I suppose it comes from years astream packed with a million memories.  I like good music which to me is anything that wasn’t dictated by the "now generation".  I go way back.  When I say ‘way back’ I mean to the eras of Holiday with her sensual, provocative voice, to Stan Kenton, Dave Brubeck, the Dorsey’s, tunes like Sing, Sing, Sing, Elk’s Parade, Lullaby of Birdland, Cole Porter’s Old Black Magic, others such as Green Eyes, (done especially by Artie Shaw) laced with some of the finest concertos by Wolfgang Amadaus Mozart.  Naturally, fly tying requires a few more essentials but music and fly tying is the dubbing for my mind. I confess also that I am a lover of Port Wines and the Tawny brands suit me fine for I do not like overly sweet wines at all but I don’t like them bitter or any that lay flat on the tongue. It seems I cannot tie without a few bird dogs (my Llewellyn Setters) under the table but it comes not without a price.  I say this because it came to me these sounds of pleasure from under my table one day.  I dropped my hand down to get that familiar lick but it was not too be, so I slide my chair back a bit and look at my dog ‘Shotgun’ who has his chin laying upon my Jungle Cock neck, all slimed and in-between his paws.  His eyes look up to the top of his head as if saying, ‘no, you can’t have it!’ Well today, warm weather has come to my canyon and the sun dresses all the buds on the trees.  My canaries are singing their song of spring over the soft music. Things are in harmony and my glass if full. — (C) George Gehrke 2001 http://www.gink.com/shopcart/index.html     fine bamboo flyrods & blanks

– (C) George Gehrke 2001 http://www.gink.com/shopcart/index.html     fine bamboo flyrods & blanks

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I am looking to move to Bend and would love to hear about rivers and boatin in the area…John

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John, There are a couple of good oregon books: Soggy Sneakers and Oregon River Tours. Bend is a pretty place, lots of great fly fishing nearby (my fav. hobby). As far as boating rivers: The Deschutes river is nearby, it actually flows through bend (the upper section), but the lower section is the one most often boated.  It is probably the most popular rafting river in oregon.  The river has 5 or 6 class IV rapids and a couple of falls that are pretty much unrunable (unless you’re one of those crazy guys I see on tv).  The river also has a myriad of class 1 through 3 rapids.  The floatable section is close to 90 miles long.  However it is conviently broken by access points into two three day floats, with a couple of one day floats possible as well. The river gets very heavy traffic however.  In the middle of july, expect to count up to two dozen rafts in each direction.  Midweek brings much smaller crowds.  The Rangers have done a really good job discouraging the drunken Frat House parties, thus everyone is pretty pleasant. You also have access (2 or three hour drive) to the Rogue River.  It’s a scenic river with limited entry in the summer.  It is amazing! Since I raft and driftboat, I don’t have experience with smaller boats in Oregon. However, I think that other rivers close to bend may well accomodated kayaks. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I am looking to move to Bend and would love to hear about rivers and boatin in the area…John

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Great report, guys.  Peter, are you standing in a hole in that picture?  <g Never saw Forty in waders.  Hope I never do again.  <g  I like your hat, Forty.  Eff ‘em all if they don’t! Glad you guys had a great trip, and like Charlie has said, I find it hard to believe it did not rain.   Dave LaCourse

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They call it "The Carnival" because during steelhead season it is packed with anglers. On a Monday morning, it was relatively uncrowded. "Relatively" being the key word.

Welcome to Michigan! A great day of fishing. The Muskegon River is a beautiful piece of water. It supports a spawning population of steelhead and Chinook salmon. It’s not really a trout stream, though. All the trout are stockers and they don’t get any natural reproduction.

I believe there are places where you can find resident trout.  I was speaking with a guy last night who has been fishing the Muskegon on and off for the last three weeks.  He said he caught several browns and rainbows in the 16" – 19".  Of course he was fishing private water that is rarely encountered except for people who are taking long float trips. Good to hear you guys got into some steelies.  I’ve been meaning to go out this year but only made it out once and left early after only two hours of fishing.  I was disgusted by the "relatively" uncrowded conditions.  Did catch some trout but on my 9 wt they weren’t too much fun. Mu

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Glad you guys had a great trip, and like Charlie has said, I find it hard to believe it did not rain.   Dave LaCourse

Worse, it snowed. Peter

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real truth along with the evidence can be viewed at: http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/trip-27.html

The truth ain’t always ugly.  Nice pics, whoever took them – both you and Ken did a good job of that. Delorme’s can be wrong (the Michigan one at least).  They don’t show all the dirt roads and there are some *roads* on that map that are just dirt trails.  Some of the names of the roads change as they cross county lines or highways and this is not always clearly marked on the map.  Also, the green color on the Delorme is supposed to represent public land but the detail is not fine enough to show you that on many of these streams there are in fact houses along the river.  I don’t mind too much though, the exploration part is just part of the fun of fishing.   BTW, I like Ken’s hat – got a Kangol just like it, earflaps and all. Mu

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<great report snipped Nice Report Ken.  You reminded me of the first time on the San Juan last November.  I left my wading shoes in the car after my first day fishing, got down to the river the next morning and they were frozen solid. bc. — Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. -Benjamin Franklin

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A great day of fishing. The Muskegon River is a beautiful piece of water. It supports a spawning population of steelhead and Chinook salmon. It’s not really a trout stream, though. All the trout are stockers and they don’t get any natural reproduction. I believe there are places where you can find resident trout.  I was speaking with a guy last night who has been fishing the Muskegon on and off for the last three weeks.  He said he caught several browns and rainbows in the 16" – 19". …

That’s right. Residents aka holdovers. I caught a nice 12" rainbow, he didn’t put up much of a fight against a 7wt. Those 6-8 inchers will be 12-14 inchers by fall and there are holdovers that make it through the winter. When I say it’s not a trout stream I mean that trout do not reproduce in the stream, they are all stocked. The spawning population of steelies and salmon head out to Lake Michigan after their sexual escapades in the Muskegon and return year after year to spawn. Their offspring do the same. While some would claim they’re not "wild" because they were stocked in the first place they are "natural" in my book. Unlike the trout. — Ken Fortenberry

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Why can’t the rainbows spawn if the steelhead and salmon can? Are they outcompeted by the bigger fish?

Good question. I don’t know. I’m not familiar with the Muskegon at all and don’t know much about it. BTW, the salmon don’t return year after year. They die. I think I’ve heard of experiments with Atlantics in the Great Lakes, but the vast majority are Pacific salmon.

That’s right, the salmon that spawn in the Muskegon are Chinooks. — Ken Fortenberry

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Ken Have they ever tried Cutts in these rivers? Dave

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Have they ever tried Cutts in these rivers?

Don’t know, David. I’m more familiar with Wisconsin DNR than Michigan. So far as I know, Wisconsin has not. — Ken Fortenberry

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That’s right. Residents aka holdovers. I caught a nice 12" rainbow, he didn’t put up much of a fight against a 7wt. Those 6-8 inchers will be 12-14 inchers by fall and there are holdovers that make it through the winter. When I say it’s not a trout stream I mean that trout do not reproduce in the stream, they are all stocked.

My guess is that it has nothing to do with water quality but other factors such as: available spawning space (competition from the big guys), fishing pressure, low survivability of the stockers (poor genetics?), and perhaps seasonal factors that affect residents but not migratories. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Unlike the trout. — Ken Fortenberry

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -The truth ain’t always ugly.  Nice pics, whoever took them – both you and Ken did a good job of that. Delorme’s can be wrong (the Michigan one at least).  They don’t show all the dirt roads and there are some *roads* on that map that are just dirt trails.  Some of the names of the roads change as they cross county lines or highways and this is not always clearly marked on the map.  Also, the green color on the Delorme is supposed to represent public land but the detail is not fine enough to show you that on many of these streams there are in fact houses along the river.  I don’t mind too much though, the exploration part is just part of the fun of fishing.   BTW, I like Ken’s hat – got a Kangol just like it, earflaps and all. Mu

I was just being an ass.  The Delorme showed a Pettit road that lead straight to Croton.  It was a goat track and it ended at some power lines where trees and stumps had been dragged across the right-of-way. One would guess from the Delorme that it was a decent road.  Ken was right, the Delorme was wrong. Peter

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Great trip report guys.   Thanks for the smiles. Joe F.

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Anyway, enough of the Entertainment Tonight segment of the trip.  The real truth along with the evidence can be viewed at: http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/trip-27.html

Nice report and pictures, but it didn’t seem to be raining so are you sure that was really Fortenberry in the festive chapeau? — Charlie…

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……I have an ET2 secret that he’d pay me mucho dinaro not to reveal on these pages.

I’ll open the bidding at 5 bucks.

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……I have an ET2 secret that he’d pay me mucho dinaro not to reveal on these pages. I’ll open the bidding at 5 bucks.

i’ll see that 5 and raise, a hush falls over the table, hee-hee-hee…. a bottle of wild turkey for maine clave — Ezflyfish.com:  http://www.ezflyfish.com http://auctions.yahoo.com/booth/ezflyfish_com Used, Rare, & Out-of-Print Books: http://www.crosswinds.net/~brbg/books/brbg-2.html

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Good report.  Nice to see pictures on your site. Willi – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Peter is the one on the right with the teeny weeny bright hen and I’m the one on the left with the huge brawny buck. [a somewhat accurate story snipped] — Ken Fortenberry Teeny weeny hen my ass.  Just to set the record straight, I caught the hens, Ken caught the bucks.  Not trying to imply something here, but I’m starting question his "orientation" if you know what I mean.  (Say no more.   Say no more.  Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink)  Any way, if he keeps up with those exaggerations, I have an ET2 secret that he’d pay me mucho dinaro not to reveal on these pages. Anyway, enough of the Entertainment Tonight segment of the trip.  The real truth along with the evidence can be viewed at: http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/trip-27.html Cheers Visit The Streamer Page at http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/index.html

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Marvellous report, great pictures too. I really enjoyed that.  Thanks TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de

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Holy macaroni! Who the hell are the two "dudes" in the pictures with the guide?

The good looking "dude" is me.  I’m the one with the rod.  The fish is the thing with fins.  The guide is holding the thing with fins. Notice I made Ken’s fish picture big and my fish picture small.  Am I a great person or what, eh? Where the heck did Ken get that hat??

He loves it – and I had to put up with all of the sniggers from the bait fishermen. And what’s this – Ken fishing for stockers?!?

with a gusto, I might add That’s it. The world is coming to an end. /daytripper (awe-palled…)

Naw, just a blip.  Now if he’d used spawn on the end of his T&T  . . . . Peter

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Teeny weeny hen my ass.  Just to set the record straight, I caught the hens, Ken caught the bucks.  Not trying to imply something here, but I’m starting question his "orientation" if you know what I mean.  (Say no more.   Say no more.  Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink)  Any way, if he keeps up with those exaggerations, I have an ET2 secret that he’d pay me mucho dinaro not to reveal on these pages. Anyway, enough of the Entertainment Tonight segment of the trip.  The real truth along with the evidence can be viewed at: http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/trip-27.html

Holy macaroni! Who the hell are the two "dudes" in the pictures with the guide? Where the heck did Ken get that hat?? And what’s this – Ken fishing for stockers?!? That’s it. The world is coming to an end. /daytripper (awe-palled…)

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Nice report. Thanks, almost like being there, especially the bloody freezing feet ! TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de

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Peter is the one on the right with the teeny weeny bright hen and I’m the one on the left with the huge brawny buck.

[a somewhat accurate story snipped] — Ken Fortenberry

Teeny weeny hen my ass.  Just to set the record straight, I caught the hens, Ken caught the bucks.  Not trying to imply something here, but I’m starting question his "orientation" if you know what I mean.  (Say no more.   Say no more.  Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink)  Any way, if he keeps up with those exaggerations, I have an ET2 secret that he’d pay me mucho dinaro not to reveal on these pages. Anyway, enough of the Entertainment Tonight segment of the trip.  The real truth along with the evidence can be viewed at: http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/trip-27.html Cheers Visit The Streamer Page at http://members.home.net/pcharles/streamers/index.html

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… Where the heck did Ken get that hat??

Hey, that’s a great hat, fleece, Goretex AND ear flaps,…ahhh, ear flaps. Peter made fun of it too, can you imagine, and him looking like the Unabomber in that hood. And what’s this – Ken fishing for stockers?!?

Yeah I know, it made the guide happy. I considered it part of his tip. Those fish were put in the river the previous Thursday, all were 6-8 inches and dumber than dumb. The guide said if there’s anything in your fly box that you’d like to pull out at some point and say, "Can you believe I caught a fish on THAT.", now is the time to tie it on. They had six inches of snow the previous Friday and he said they were rising furiously to snow flakes. — Ken Fortenberry

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We picked the Muskegon River in Michigan because it’s roughly equidistant between my home in Urbana, IL and Peter Charles’ home in Burlington, Ontario. As fishing season 2000 started to unfold and dates started firming up, it was starting to look like Peter and I wouldn’t have a chance to wet a line together. I can’t make it to Maine ‘Clave, Peter can’t make it to Spring Fling so obviously we had to do something. It was basically put a finger on the map, let’s fish there. We hired a guide for Monday and met at the motel late morning on Sunday. I had my canoe and the plan was to buy licenses and familiarize ourselves with the area before the guided trip the next day. While buying the licenses I discovered a couple of things. First, if you catch a female steelhead early in the day, just gut her on the spot and you’ve got bait for the rest of the day. This from the very friendly bait guys at the Trading Post. I said, "Yeah, thanks. What a great idea." They did give us some very helpful advice on access points and I genuinely like talking to those guys even if I never would gut a hen on the spot. Second, Peter lies about his weight when buying a fishing license. We had a pleasant canoe trip from Croton Dam to the Thornapple Ave. access. Very crowded on a Sunday afternoon and we canoed more than we fished. We did see plenty of steelhead, though. Rather, Peter saw plenty of steelhead, I had left my polarized glasses in the car. Monday morning was cold. My wading shoes were wet from the day before and they turned into ice cubes while sitting in the drift boat. Hard for me to be comfy with cold feet and my feet were encased in ice for the first hour of the trip. We anchored the boat at a place the guides call "The Carnival", an eighth of a mile stretch of riffles and pools about a mile below Croton Dam. They call it "The Carnival" because during steelhead season it is packed with anglers. On a Monday morning, it was relatively uncrowded. "Relatively" being the key word. I got the first couple of hookups but botched them badly. Broke off the fish almost immediately. Peter landed the first steelie after a couple of his own botched hookups. I quickly followed and caught the same buck that had broken me off earlier, so was able to retrieve BOTH of my #14 black stonefly nymphs. We moved down a ways, spotted some fish, anchored and then waded into position. Peter was on almost immediately, our guide looked downstream, looked at the hole where he’d positioned me and said "Here’s our chance for a double." The guide waded down to net Peter’s fish and before he got into position I was on to a fish. The double. Guides love ‘em, and it makes for a great photo op. The first fish took me into the backing but this one seemed content to just sit in a hole and DEFY me. I watched the action downstream as Peter and the guide did the intricate netting dance and then I yelled down to Peter, "Here’s our double !" I worked down to get my fish next to the net so the guide could net both, one right after the other. He did, we got a quick photo, and Peter will post it on his site soon. Peter is the one on the right with the teeny weeny bright hen and I’m the one on the left with the huge brawny buck. I don’t know what Peter was using, I caught that one a Hex nymph. A great day of fishing. The Muskegon River is a beautiful piece of water. It supports a spawning population of steelhead and Chinook salmon. It’s not really a trout stream, though. All the trout are stockers and they don’t get any natural reproduction. Our guide was very good. I have only mentioned one guide in this forum as someone I recommend. That was Robin Cunningham of Gallatin Gateway, Montana. Today, I recommend the second. Dustan Harley of Ripple Guide Service. http://www.rippleguideservice.com/ Dustan had us on the water for nearly 11 hours and was at his most impressive when he stopped the boat, and said "Get out your 4 wts." It was the PERFECT interlude. We tossed stimulators and griffiths gnats to rising stockers. After chucking lead for most of the day with 7 wts, it was a real joy to actually flyfish with a dry fly. We caught dumb little 8" fish and it was a hoot. Dustan will be in Livingston, Montana during Western ‘Clave. He’s a good guy to go fishin’ with. I do question his taste in beer, after the trip when offered a Sleeman’s or a Budweiser, he chose the Sleeman’s. Hey, I said he was a good guide, I won’t vouch for his taste in beer. After that long day in the wind and the cold you might expect a couple of old farts to just go back to motel room, drink a beer in their underwear and go immediately to sleep. Peter and I partied till the wee hours, drank a half a fifth of Wild Turkey, and had to shoo off the dancing girls at daylight. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it. — Ken Fortenberry

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I need some help casting.  I’m fairly new to the sport and trying to improve all the time.  I just bought my second rod and spent a lot more money on it. I did it right this time, I hope.  However, that’s have nothing to do with my problem.  I was out at our local park practicing my casting.  The back cast looked good, the loop was fairly small and shot backwards like two horizontal lines that straightened out to one.   I let the line continue to straighten out and then made my forward cast without whipping the rod.  The line moved over my head and rolled in front of me.  That’s the problem.  The forward cast had a large loop instead of shooting straight forward.  I should mention that there was a very slight wind that I was casting into. However, it was a very slight wind.  I’ve been told to close up the loop in the back and it will help eliminate the forward loop.  However, I think my back cast looks good.  How can I get rid of the large loop in my forward cast?  Any advise will help.  I will try all requests at my local park before driving out to the field.

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I should have said that this regarding fly fishing.  Thanks

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Saturday morning my wife and I are leaving for a week of vacation in which I intend to fly our Cherokee from Chicago to Halifax, Nova Scotia (Canada). The first day we need to get to Oshawa, Ontario to stay with family.  From there, our course is open to suggestions. If anyone has any hints to share, they would be appreciated. I know enough to have the following questions: – is it better to stay in the U.S. as long a possible,   or would it be preferred to go north of the border?   (I assume that fuel is much more expensive in Canada) – are there any places I should avoid or places I should    be sure to see? – I have a CANPASS, but is zigzagging back and forth    across the border going to give me problems? – where can I get Canadian Charts/approach plates along   the way?  I have all NOAA VFR charts and Jepp charts   for the first half of the trip and for Maine, but the Maine   charts don’t go as far as Halifax. Thanks in advance for sharing your experiences. roman

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Very good idea to go to halifax. I have been there last year one month before the crash at Peggy’s cove. We rented a small car and went down to Mahone bay, Lunenberg and small fishing port including Peggy’s cove. With your Cherokee you can fly to Ottawa for a fuel stop and see the Canadian aviation museum. From there fly direct to Quebec city. There at Aero Boutik they have all the maps you will need. If you want to make a stop there there is many very good restaurants in the old Quebec. The fuel is at .90$ a liter in canadian $. It means about .60$US and if you change the liter to US gals it makes about $2.50 a gall + or -. After a visit to Quebec city (you can spend as long as 2 weeks there and you will still have a lot of things to see.) You can fly direct to Halifax, it is a 3 hours ride when flying over Maine. You will not have to report for customs there because you take off in Canada and land in Canada. I made it several times. Another thing that you can do is flying from Halifax to the Magdalen Island. It is another very nice spot. But be careful because it is generally loaded with visitors. A couple of days there would be OK. You need to make a reservation for hotels. Hotel Bellevue is the right spot. I also have a Cherokee 140 and like to fly in New England. On the way back you go directly in Maine at cities like Camden, Lincolnville, Bar harbor to eat their lobster. You can go to DiMillo’s restaurant in Portland. This is the spot for a good lobster club sandwich. If you have the time you can go down a little more and fly to Westerly R.I. and have a look to the beach there. After it will be the time to fly back home. Have a good trip Bernard C-FXAO and C-YAN

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: problems. I think there is a pilot shop in Oshawa where you can purchase the : maps (you’ll need the Toronto, Montreal and Halifax VNCs as well as the : Canada Flight Supplement). There is a flying school on the south side at Oshawa (the number I mentioned previously) that has Toronto and Montreal, but I wouldn’t bet on more than that. (I don’t know about the north side, should go look some day:-) You might want to get the charts via mail order before you leave. Sporty’s has them (but are a bit pricey). A place called VIP Pilot Centre has same day delivery. Their number is 1-800-361-1696. (If that # doesn’t work, they are in St. Hubert, Quebec.) Enjoy the trip, rick

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Thanks to all for the helpful suggestions.  We are planning to leave tomorrow and go through Buttonville where the nice people at the Prop Shop have promised to have all my charts waiting. Once again – thanks to all. roman – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – : problems. I think there is a pilot shop in Oshawa where you can purchase the : maps (you’ll need the Toronto, Montreal and Halifax VNCs as well as the : Canada Flight Supplement). There is a flying school on the south side at Oshawa (the number I mentioned previously) that has Toronto and Montreal, but I wouldn’t bet on more than that. (I don’t know about the north side, should go look some day:-) You might want to get the charts via mail order before you leave. Sporty’s has them (but are a bit pricey). A place called VIP Pilot Centre has same day delivery. Their number is 1-800-361-1696. (If that # doesn’t work, they are in St. Hubert, Quebec.) Enjoy the trip, rick

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– is it better to stay in the U.S. as long a possible,  or would it be preferred to go north of the border?  (I assume that fuel is much more expensive in Canada)

Nope, marginally more expensive, and not even that, sometimes.  Avgas in southern Canada seems to usually work out to between $2.25 and $2.50 per gallon; call ahead and avoid any suprises, like *no* fuel.  No reason not to go as north as you can if you don’t get that way too often.

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maps (you’ll need the Toronto, Montreal and Halifax VNCs as well as the

Oops, I believe that’s Moncton VNC not Halifax (charts are in the plane!)

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: Saturday morning my wife and I are leaving for a : week of vacation in which I intend to fly our Cherokee : from Chicago to Halifax, Nova Scotia (Canada). : The first day we need to get to Oshawa, Ontario to : stay with family.  From there, our course is open : to suggestions. I’ve never gone there by air, but the beaches on the north shore of PEI are very nice. If you are interested in aviation fun while at Oshawa, you can get a ride in a Harvard (T-6), optionally including aerobatics. (Or Tiger Moth or Waco… their number is 905-720-2831.) Have a nice trip, rick

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I planned a trip to Halifax (Sydney actually) from Toronto earlier this year but never made it because of the weather. In my Cherokee 140 w/ 50 gal tanks, I picked St. Georges or Sherbrooke as intermediate stopping points. I think you can fly almost direct from Oshawa and stay in Canadian airspace. There is an MOA near the Maine/Quebec border that you should get NOTAMs on. CANPASS is very friendly, easy to use and convenient. You should have no problems. I think there is a pilot shop in Oshawa where you can purchase the maps (you’ll need the Toronto, Montreal and Halifax VNCs as well as the Canada Flight Supplement). As you near Toronto Class C airspace from Chicago, the controllers will appreciate it if you stay about a mile south of the shoreline as Pearson uses Rwy 26 most of the time. Give Toronto City Centre a call as you approach their Class D and they will probably let you do a circuit around the CN tower if you’re interested on your way to Oshawa. Niagra is also a pleasant detour (check the air regs first if you intend to go). Let me know how your first leg goes. I’m planning on flying down to Chicago in October. /Sung FYI — I think Fredericton NB is the only airport around there that charges landing/terminal fees and should be avoided if you want to minimize costs.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Saturday morning my wife and I are leaving for a week of vacation in which I intend to fly our Cherokee from Chicago to Halifax, Nova Scotia (Canada). The first day we need to get to Oshawa, Ontario to stay with family.  From there, our course is open to suggestions. If anyone has any hints to share, they would be appreciated. I know enough to have the following questions: – is it better to stay in the U.S. as long a possible,   or would it be preferred to go north of the border?   (I assume that fuel is much more expensive in Canada) – are there any places I should avoid or places I should    be sure to see? – I have a CANPASS, but is zigzagging back and forth    across the border going to give me problems? – where can I get Canadian Charts/approach plates along   the way?  I have all NOAA VFR charts and Jepp charts   for the first half of the trip and for Maine, but the Maine   charts don’t go as far as Halifax. Thanks in advance for sharing your experiences. roman

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On the way back you go directly in Maine at cities like Camden, Lincolnville, Bar harbor to eat their lobster.

bar harbor: cottage street bakery and deli.  the best bakery i’ve yet found. MAN are those pies ever good!  whale watching out of bar harbor is pretty good too, though if you’re prone to seasickness you’d better not do it right after CSB&D… for us, canadian customs at halifax were a snap.  in fact, all the canadian customs were friendly, businesslike, and quick.  the US guys gave us more trouble, but nothing like the horror stories you hear. — rw "By filing this ‘Bug Report’ you have challenged the honor of my family.  Prepare to die!"  – from "Things Likely To Be Overheard If You Had A Klingon Programmer"

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Saturday morning my wife and I are leaving for a week of vacation in which I intend to fly our Cherokee from Chicago to Halifax, Nova Scotia (Canada). The first day we need to get to Oshawa, Ontario to stay with family.  From there, our course is open to suggestions. If anyone has any hints to share, they would be appreciated.

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Any information on the good holes or riffles would be appreciated!

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For a start look at Meck’s MID ATLANTIC TROUT STREAMS AND THEIR HATCHES. I fished Big Flatbrook last father’s day with my daughter. After 35 years away from it, its incredible what a good job NJ has done with this and some of its other streams. Advise: Get a very detailed map. The scale is deceptive if you are used to the West, ie lots of narrow winding roads, hidden crossroads, little villages, the NJ of my youth. The river is holy water and is truely a challenging experience compares more than favorably with any Eastern river I have ever fished. Locate the "ROY Bridge" and work up from it to get into a fly-only section. Work down from it and its just as good! Avoid the big holes, and avoid people its that simple. Walk in a ways and I think you will find some fine fishing and what I will swear are native Brookies in the 8-12 inch range. I think that’s incredible for a place maybe 50 crow miles from Manhatten. The fish I caught were back in what I call the "headon rootballs:" places where the current smacks right into a root obstruction. So if you are using drys (it was spring and I was using very small tan stimulators fished "damp") You are going to have to float your fly on this very fast water to about an inch of the tangles to get any action. You are going to lose flys but It works.  For Brookies I think your stalking is more important than your pattern. Dave Snedeker – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Any information on the good holes or riffles would be appreciated!

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While you’re in the area, try the Little Flatbrook.  Lot’s of native brookies if you can get way back in away from the parking areas.  Beaver ponds are real hotspots. As for the Big Flatbrook, I wouldn’t start fishing it until the stocking season ends unless you like crowds.  By July, the wormers are gone and you have a better chance of having a stretch of river all to yourself. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Any information on the good holes or riffles would be appreciated!

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Try "Millbrook"  -  it’s a few mile south of Flatbrook (on the same road.) Nice scenery and a real nice stream (at least it was 45 or 50 years ago!!) Tight lines, Ed

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Do you mean Millbrook Village?  I ‘ve never heard a stream by that name south of the Flatbrook.  Van Campens Brook is the only stream I’m aware of in that vacinity.  Perhaps they changed the name. Rich – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Try "Millbrook"  -  it’s a few mile south of Flatbrook (on the same road.) Nice scenery and a real nice stream (at least it was 45 or 50 years ago!!) Tight lines, Ed

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Fish the headwaters of the North Platte on over ten miles of private streams leased by Little Grizzly Creek Ranch.  Outstanding accommodations, gourmet meals guides, hosted bar.  Limited to twelve persons.  Accommodations and environment so nice that even the non-fishing wife has a good time.  Eighteen miles East of Steamboat Springs. Ideal for fishingcouples.  Fishing from July 1 through  Oct. 10th. Browns, brookies, rainbows, cutthroats, cutbows.  All small stream,  walk/wade.  For free brochure, e-mailregular address to

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Fish the headwaters of the North Platte on over ten miles of private streams leased by Little Grizzly Creek Ranch.  Outstanding accommodations, gourmet meals guides, hosted bar.  Limited to twelve persons.  Accommodations and environment so nice that even the non-fishing wife has a good time.  Eighteen miles East of Steamboat Springs. Ideal for fishingcouples.  Fishing from July 1 through Oct. 10th. Browns, brookies, rainbows, cutthroats, cutbows.  All small stream, walk/wade.  For free brochure, e-mailregular address to

      Don’t tell Tim bet he will think its a kill’em all and let  God sort’em out kind of place.

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Fish the headwaters of the North Platte on over ten miles of private streams leased by Little Grizzly Creek Ranch.  Outstanding accommodations, gourmet meals guides, hosted bar.  Limited to twelve persons.  Accommodations and environment so nice that even the non-fishing wife has a good time.  Eighteen miles East of Steamboat Springs. Ideal for fishingcouples.  Fishing from July 1 through Oct. 10th. Browns, brookies, rainbows, cutthroats, cutbows.  All small stream, walk/wade.  For free brochure, e-mailregular address to       Don’t tell Tim bet he will think its a kill’em all and let  God sort’em out kind of place.

No, but it has taken a great deal of restraint not to call a Spam a Spam. — TimW Halfordian Golfer

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks. He also saved my life. There I was, packing up after a delightful spring afternoon on the second meadow section of Slough Creek, completely unaware of what was about to transpire. I was going through the usual routine – breaking down the rod, brushing off the sombrero, putting my clothes back on – when I heard a deep growl behind me. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with the ugliest grizzly in Yellowstone. It didn’t look good. Suddenly, from out of nowhere came George Gehrke, big as life and twice as conservative, carrying a fistfull of Gehrke’s Gink bottles and a rolled up copy of the "American Spectator". He looked like Brian Keith on steriods, all red flannel, denim and muscle. A tattoo on his forehead read "Speak English or die" The bear turned to face George and I thought he was toast when, in a flash, George crammed two bottles of Gink into his mouth and put the rolled up magazine to his lips. In the manner of an African tribesman with a blowgun, he shot the plastic bottles into the grizzly’s nostrils, where the caps popped open, releasing their patented paste into the beast’s brain. The grizzly spun in circles several times, salivating, bellowing, then it stopped. The bear sat there, eyes glazed, smiling. The bear was hallucinating. "COMMIE SONOFABITCH!" roared George as he launched himself at the beast, driving his hand into its frothing mouth and down its throat. I heard a loud crunch as the man’s fist clenched around the beast’s spinal cord. Then, with a sickening "rrriiipp" he tore the animal’s entire skeleton out of its body through its very mouth. Laughing like Zeus, George Gehrke held the bloody bones in the air, where the last rays of sunlight danced through their ghastly membranes like the tinsel on Satan’s Christmas tree. It was kind of intense. Steve Oh God was that funny…YEE HAA !!!! *WHAT* a monday morning in the newsgroup !!! TimW

Yea, What a HOOT!! RickM

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PETA has instructed all their members to write in BAMBI on all of their votes. Insider info, (PE)T(A)-Bone?

Ya know, Jim?  You’re obsession with Tim is starting to become kind of embarrassing to watch.  You might consider taking a break from the newsgroup and coming back when you’ve found your sense of humor. — John Fereira Isis Distributed Systems – Ithaca, NY

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SOUNDS LIKE "REN & STIMPY" TO ME. OR PERHAPS "ITCHY AND SCRATCHY". YOU GUY’S OUGHTA LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE. I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE YOU COULD GO FISHING OR SOMETHING.

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks. While he may be a most seasoned fishing expert, he is clearly a usenet novice. If one comes into an unfamiliar usenet group flaming and screaming, one should expect it to come back around tenfold.  If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.  (Gads!  I’m starting to sound like Ross Perot.  I need therapy.)

Speaking of therapy, How is the Ellis Hot Canned Chili withdrawel going ? George is a usenet tyro…which is even more perfect ! I abhor a stale newsgroup ! TimW

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snip And if my vision is clouded by my deep attachment to our smoke in the eye heritage, please don’t try to make it more clear.  I like it this way.

My own smoke in the eye heritage has more to do with people I’ve known than someone who refers to himself as a Professional Sportsman. Ross

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I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks.

He also saved my life. There I was, packing up after a delightful spring afternoon on the second meadow section of Slough Creek, completely unaware of what was about to transpire. I was going through the usual routine – breaking down the rod, brushing off the sombrero, putting my clothes back on – when I heard a deep growl behind me. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with the ugliest grizzly in Yellowstone. It didn’t look good. Suddenly, from out of nowhere came George Gehrke, big as life and twice as conservative, carrying a fistfull of Gehrke’s Gink bottles and a rolled up copy of the "American Spectator". He looked like Brian Keith on steriods, all red flannel, denim and muscle. A tattoo on his forehead read "Speak English or die" The bear turned to face George and I thought he was toast when, in a flash, George crammed two bottles of Gink into his mouth and put the rolled up magazine to his lips. In the manner of an African tribesman with a blowgun, he shot the plastic bottles into the grizzly’s nostrils, where the caps popped open, releasing their patented paste into the beast’s brain. The grizzly spun in circles several times, salivating, bellowing, then it stopped. The bear sat there, eyes glazed, smiling. The bear was hallucinating. "COMMIE SONOFABITCH!" roared George as he launched himself at the beast, driving his hand into its frothing mouth and down its throat. I heard a loud crunch as the man’s fist clenched around the beast’s spinal cord. Then, with a sickening "rrriiipp" he tore the animal’s entire skeleton out of its body through its very mouth. Laughing like Zeus, George Gehrke held the bloody bones in the air, where the last rays of sunlight danced through their ghastly membranes like the tinsel on Satan’s Christmas tree. It was kind of intense. Steve

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks. He also saved my life. There I was, packing up after a delightful spring afternoon on the second meadow section of Slough Creek, completely unaware of what was about to transpire. I was going through the usual routine – breaking down the rod, brushing off the sombrero, putting my clothes back on – when I heard a deep growl behind me. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with the ugliest grizzly in Yellowstone. It didn’t look good. Suddenly, from out of nowhere came George Gehrke, big as life and twice as conservative, carrying a fistfull of Gehrke’s Gink bottles and a rolled up copy of the "American Spectator". He looked like Brian Keith on steriods, all red flannel, denim and muscle. A tattoo on his forehead read "Speak English or die" The bear turned to face George and I thought he was toast when, in a flash, George crammed two bottles of Gink into his mouth and put the rolled up magazine to his lips. In the manner of an African tribesman with a blowgun, he shot the plastic bottles into the grizzly’s nostrils, where the caps popped open, releasing their patented paste into the beast’s brain. The grizzly spun in circles several times, salivating, bellowing, then it stopped. The bear sat there, eyes glazed, smiling. The bear was hallucinating. "COMMIE SONOFABITCH!" roared George as he launched himself at the beast, driving his hand into its frothing mouth and down its throat. I heard a loud crunch as the man’s fist clenched around the beast’s spinal cord. Then, with a sickening "rrriiipp" he tore the animal’s entire skeleton out of its body through its very mouth. Laughing like Zeus, George Gehrke held the bloody bones in the air, where the last rays of sunlight danced through their ghastly membranes like the tinsel on Satan’s Christmas tree. It was kind of intense. Steve

  I’d put the pipe down for a while Steve,     Harry   ( it does have some merit though)

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: : It was kind of intense. :   I’d put the pipe down for a while Steve,   I’m guessing Spinolio often fishes alone.  Perhaps too often. — Rick T. Rick Fletcher   –   http://www.chem.uidaho.edu/~fletcher/ Associate professor of chemistry  |  That’s Idaho, not Iowa.    | ad hominem University of Idaho               |  Upper Left Hand Corner.    | ad hominem Moscow, ID 83844-2343             |  No, I don’t grow potatoes. | ad hominem

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks. He also saved my life. There I was, packing up after a delightful spring afternoon on the second meadow section of Slough Creek, completely unaware of what was about to transpire. I was going through the usual routine – breaking down the rod, brushing off the sombrero, putting my clothes back on – when I heard a deep growl behind me. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with the ugliest grizzly in Yellowstone. It didn’t look good. Suddenly, from out of nowhere came George Gehrke, big as life and twice as conservative, carrying a fistfull of Gehrke’s Gink bottles and a rolled up copy of the "American Spectator". He looked like Brian Keith on steriods, all red flannel, denim and muscle. A tattoo on his forehead read "Speak English or die" The bear turned to face George and I thought he was toast when, in a flash, George crammed two bottles of Gink into his mouth and put the rolled up magazine to his lips. In the manner of an African tribesman with a blowgun, he shot the plastic bottles into the grizzly’s nostrils, where the caps popped open, releasing their patented paste into the beast’s brain. The grizzly spun in circles several times, salivating, bellowing, then it stopped. The bear sat there, eyes glazed, smiling. The bear was hallucinating. "COMMIE SONOFABITCH!" roared George as he launched himself at the beast, driving his hand into its frothing mouth and down its throat. I heard a loud crunch as the man’s fist clenched around the beast’s spinal cord. Then, with a sickening "rrriiipp" he tore the animal’s entire skeleton out of its body through its very mouth. Laughing like Zeus, George Gehrke held the bloody bones in the air, where the last rays of sunlight danced through their ghastly membranes like the tinsel on Satan’s Christmas tree. It was kind of intense. Steve

Oh God was that funny…YEE HAA !!!! *WHAT* a monday morning in the newsgroup !!! TimW

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I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks. He is one of the legends friends and we have him on the net.  This is a rare event for us that we should savour. And if my vision is clouded by my deep attachment to our smoke in the eye heritage, please don’t try to make it more clear.  I like it this way. TimW

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Aw T, you might lose your Crumudgeon membership card for this post, but I’d hate to see the reaction we saw to his forcefully stated position, drive George or anyone else off this/these groups. jg

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks. He is one of the legends friends and we have him on the net.  This is a rare event for us that we should savour. And if my vision is clouded by my deep attachment to our smoke in the eye heritage, please don’t try to make it more clear.  I like it this way. TimW

I like this ng. People come here, share their opinions about fly fishing, and other subjects. I’ve met some who come here. They, every one, every bit as respectable as the icons we hold up as the Patriarchs of fly fishing. Yes, I may have been loading my shorts when such people were exploring western trout waters that have long-since been relegated to stories. But I’d sooner find myself on a river with a Rick Fletcher, a Randy Shrock, or a Charlie Quinton than any of the people we may place in that category. The people who have contributed to most to this heritage, the individuals who do so now, have never gone noticed by an equipment manufacturer, a fishing magazine, or notoriety of any form, largely because if it came their way, they’d be too focussed on a floating dry fly, or taking a son or grandson beyond the hedonistic tendencies of human nature that impede the discovery of fly fishing. Mitch

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I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport.  He is arguably the most name recognized individual we have left.  All of us have carried Georges products in our vests.  He has fished with presidents and was casting in Alaska while you were pooping in your britches. He probably knew Lee Wolf and Charlie Brooks.

While he may be a most seasoned fishing expert, he is clearly a usenet novice. If one comes into an unfamiliar usenet group flaming and screaming, one should expect it to come back around tenfold.  If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.  (Gads!  I’m starting to sound like Ross Perot.  I need therapy.) — -Wayne Trzyna

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I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport. [TEXT DELETED] And if my vision is clouded by my deep attachment to our smoke in the eye heritage, please don’t try to make it more clear.  I like it this way.

I don’t think the smoke is coming from your "smoke in the eye heritage". YOUR ONE OF THOSE CRACK SMOKIN ROSS PEROT, IDIOTS THAT SITS IN FRONT OF THE T.V. AND MASTERBAITS TO RUSH …AREN’T YOU ??? SO WHO IS PETA MAKING YOU VOTE FOR? …..Hee Heee Heee..;)

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I don’t know the man, but I have a vision of him… He is a legend in our sport. [TEXT DELETED] And if my vision is clouded by my deep attachment to our smoke in the eye heritage, please don’t try to make it more clear.  I like it this way. I don’t think the smoke is coming from your "smoke in the eye heritage". YOUR ONE OF THOSE CRACK SMOKIN ROSS PEROT, IDIOTS THAT SITS IN FRONT OF THE T.V. AND MASTERBAITS TO RUSH …AREN’T YOU ??? SO WHO IS PETA MAKING YOU VOTE FOR? …..Hee Heee Heee..;)

Let me add ‘em up…1, 2, 3 (well, not to Rush…)… Yeah, I guess I am…. PETA has instructed all their members to write in BAMBI on all of their votes. TimW Thumper vor VP !

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We are new to flyfishing in Colorado and are looking for a few suggestions as to what rivers or lakes are good and have public access.  Suggestions on patterns and sizes would also be helpful.   We are also looking into a trip to the Madison river in Montana later this summer and were wondering what other rivers we might try in Montana and Wyoming.  Again patterns and sizes would be helpful. We’ve just started reading this news group–sorry if these are redundant questions. Thanks in advance for the help, Greg Clemson Jennifer Marshall

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We are also looking into a trip to the Madison river in Montana later this summer and were wondering what other rivers we might try in Montana and Wyoming.

Don’t pass up the Green River in Utah, below the Flaming Gorge Dam!

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