Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by Old Man, Apr 3, 2012.
How about Swannie River. It fit with my last Name.
I remember Rocky Ford and fishing the ponds. You couldn't fish the creek back then. I remember when I could go to the Stilly and count 75 fish in one whole.
That was real nice Krusty. I had no idea that OMJ could play the accordion.
Here's a "senior moment" for you guys; I'm looking for a hammerless 28ga double for grouse, and found a Parker VH on Vintage Doubles' website for $1700!! Good looking little gun, but it had 30 inch barrels, which are a little long for a quick upland gun. I was almost at the point of calling Kirby Hoyt, who owns it, and waving my credit card at him, until I realized there was an additional zero at the end of the 1700--before the decimal! Oh, well, there went my chance to own one of 69 of these particular Parkers ever made...
I have never hunted. Never felt the need to go out and shoot animals. All I ever did was play in the snow, which has been doing that off and on all day. It started out with small flakes and then is was bigger flakes. Then it stopped and now it's starting up again.
I wish Spring would show up.
Ebey has the best calibatis hatch I ever saw in Western Washington....what a unique little place, float tubin' through all those trees, with fish rising everywhere. I just looked at my books and saw Roy Patrick's "Tie your own flies" and Northwest Fly patterns, with all the marks I made in them when I was a kid.
I wish Spring would show up. No kidding Old Man, I haven't been fishing yet this year because whenever I could go, the wind has been howling! We had four inches of snow yesterday and a skiff this morning. Then I picked my daughter up at tennis practice tonight and she was crying because her hands were so cold....
Those Roy Patrick books bring back some memories. I learned to tie with his TIE YOUR OWN FLIES. I still have the NORTHWEST FLY PATTERNS but I gave my Grandson the TIE YOUR OWN FLIES. He was a very nice man.
I have a little green book from that shop. It's not mine. It was my Father in law little green book. He passed away a while back and I sort of just ended up with it.
It was in with some fly fishing books I donated to the public library here in Dillon. They now have a section on fly fishing.
It started raining here last night, so it's a-coming your way, boys!
I woke up to a white landscape. It's 27 degrees out and that white shit is still coming down. Plus the wind is blowing so it wants to drift. It looks like about 2" so far.
So much for spring time in Montana. It's more like winter. We were fooled by that nice weather we had last week Temps in the low 60's. Warm sun on my face. Not this week. But I couldn't get out if I wanted to. I can't walk, GOUT showed back up. It lays me up for about three days at a time. But it only shows up about twice a year. I can live with that.
I am sorry about you ailment, Jim. And the weather change. Looks like I will be taking care of Momma for the next two weeks or so, so the flies will have to wait until she is healed up after her surgery.
This shit didn't hit me until a few years ago. I'm 77 so look what you other old farts have to look forward to when you get older. Ha,ha,ha.
I'm all for a new forum if you just stay the hell over there. Or, at least keep your bitching on that side, and your useful fishing reports on this side.
That is awesome!!!!!! I grew up with Stan Boreson. You aren't old enough either, if you don't know who Wunda Wunda is!
I was old when those shows were on. How about Howdy Doody. I always like to watch Captain Puget.