NEW: UPSIDE DOWN REVERSE CAST

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  1. BOBLAWLESS

    BOBLAWLESS New Member

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    This will be a highly technical report and those who have not fished for at least 5 years should not read this as you will be wasting your time. You simply won't understand. But save it and when your 5 years is up, you can read it then.
    I had this huge, technical problem which I will try to describe briefly: the stream was small and hard fished because it was near a highway. At this secret spot I discovered, the water was completely covered over with willows from both sides, sort of a tube if you will. It could not be entered, so, taking a pair of pruning shears from my vest, I cut a small tunnel in the willows about half-way down the tube, wide enough for me to get through, but not high enough for me to stand erect, as this would spook any fish.
    I crawled in and spotted an enormous brown trout of about 14". OK, maybe it was only 12", but a giant nevertheless on this small, very technical water.
    I eased back out and thought hard and long about how I could present my fly without spooking the fish.
    Then, BANG!, a moment of brilliance! I would turn around and face away from the tunnel I had cut. Then I would bend over so that I was actually upside down from the fish. Now for a reverse cast which meant that I would have to cast forward on my backcast and then deliver my fly through my legs, through the tunnel, and out in front of the trout with a drag free drift. Not easy this.
    My first attempt was over accelerated as I had to maintain a very tight loop. The line zinged past my face which was looking at the ground and the fly grabbed my glasses and threw them out into the pool, spooking the trout.
    When I retrieved them, I found the right lense to be missing and search as I might, you just can't find a missing lense on the bottom in clear water even if you have both eyes. I only had one.
    I waited about a hour for the fish to resume feeding. Now the next cast really hurt me. I slowed the backcast (this would be the delivery in normal cases) and this time I missed the glasses, but the fly grabbed the gold rings that I have on each side of my nose, ripping them loose, flinging them into the water, and spooking the trout again, although he made a brief rush at the flash of the rings but then refused at the last second. If he had struck, I would have named the fly the Twin-ringed, Pierced, Royal Coachman fly.
    Another hour. This time I tried to slow things down so as to miss my eyes and nose but not so slow as to hit the grass. Zing! And now the fly hooks that little tab you have on the zipper of your Levi's,
    and the power of the line rips it loose and the line rams me right in my abalones.
    I went down hard, writhing in pain. Smolt, my vest dog, tried to lick the tears from my cheeks but he couldn't keep up with them. So I called it day, vowing to return.
    Then the real fun began. Since my zipper was frozen shut, I had to drop my pants in order to take a little whisper. How was I to know that I was surrounded by girl scouts hiding in the grass around me?
    Apparently, they were learning a drill which told them to conceal themselves well when they spotted a suspicious man approaching. My little whisper had tumbled onto this fat girl's head. She jumped up screaming "rape, rape" and she hit me in my catfish with a club. I immediately fell down on top of her and she went on with more screaming, but much louder.
    Now they all started to beat me but they ran off when smolt barked at them, and "oleander," my vest parrot, hurled filthy words at them.
    I heard their bus roar off and I hoped the scout leader had no cell phone.
    Jumping into my truck, I peeled out only to see a huge hatch of flashing blue lights approaching. It was two sherrif's 4X4's, one state police, and one camoflaged humvee with a pair of fifties mounted in a turret on top. I thought they were pointing directly at me but the whole caravan wizzed on by. Apparently, the girl scouts had failed to accurately describe my truck which was painted day-glow orange and had been parked right next to them.
    I contemplated what I had done, the crimes, the charges, whatever:
    attempted rape, child molestation, exhibiting genitalia, lewd and lacivious conduct, whispering on children, assault, mayhem and attempted murder, etc.
    Surely this was an amber alert if there ever was one. And I was just fishing!
    I feared that if the heavies caught me they would beat me to death for resisting arrest, even if I threw myself on the ground. If not, I was looking at four or more life sentences.
    But they didn't get me. Though I am a hunted man, I"m going back as soon as the coast is clear, that is free of girl scouts and cops, and I am going to perfect my upside down reverse cast if it kills me, which it nearly did. :REALLYMAD
     
  2. Old Man

    Old Man Just an Old Man

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    What do I know---I'm just an old man

    Where do you come up with all of this side splitting stuff. Ever time I need a laugh I look for your posts.

    :THUMBSUP :THUMBSUP :YUM :COOK Jim
     
  3. buckwheat

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    The thing that gets me is the fact you could find a group of girl scouts who could shut long enough to hide in the bushes...and the fact that there were no attempted cookie sales in your "tale". Anyhow, thats great stuff.
     
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    Really funny stuff. Getting the drag free drift, has always eluded me on that cast between my legs.

    Thanks

    Matt
     
  5. MacRowdy

    MacRowdy Idaho Resident Craftsman/Artisan

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    Where can I get some gold rings to hang from the sides of MY nose?

    MacRowdy
     
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    I have no idea. I think what they do is first drill a hole in the side of your nose. If you want one on each side of your nose, then two holes are drilled of course. Then gold wire is passed through these holes and soldered back together to form a ring. Painful and costly, but just think what a horseradish you can be! Are you looking for some? I can't help but other might know. Try WWW. Gold Rings and Holes in Your Nose.Com.
     
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    MacRowdy Idaho Resident Craftsman/Artisan

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    Maybe you could ask the guy with the Parrot and The Vest Dog. He might be able to help me find some gold rings.


    MacRowdy :THUMBSUP
     
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    That story made me snort pop through my nose!
     

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