Today was one of those days.
Nothing seemed to go smoothly. I was having trouble casting from my SuperCat and I have no idea why.
The line was at war with me as where my fly patterns. I was using my usual two fly set up and one or the other -- or both -- of the patterns kept hanging up on my fins or the pontoon boat. The leader was hellbent on continually wrapping around my rod and my nail-less knot between the fly line and the leader was refusing to easily slide through the tip-top line guide.
When I did manage to cast the line into the lake, one of the flies would hang up on something in the in the water... sometimes it was a rock or snag on the bottom and I had to break off the fly. Other times, I'd snag some submerged tree branch that was wandering around the lake looking for my fly. I even kept hooking submerged leafs that had blown into the lake.
What a pain in the butt!
To add insult to injury, when I did catch a fish it was either a species I wasn't fishing for (like a perch or northern pike minnow) or a tiny fish.
Plus... the wind came up and every one and their dog had decided to blast by me in their power boats so I felt like I was riding a bucking bull when fighting the continual waves.
Most of the time, flyfishing is fun. Other times... not so much.
Nothing seemed to go smoothly. I was having trouble casting from my SuperCat and I have no idea why.
The line was at war with me as where my fly patterns. I was using my usual two fly set up and one or the other -- or both -- of the patterns kept hanging up on my fins or the pontoon boat. The leader was hellbent on continually wrapping around my rod and my nail-less knot between the fly line and the leader was refusing to easily slide through the tip-top line guide.
When I did manage to cast the line into the lake, one of the flies would hang up on something in the in the water... sometimes it was a rock or snag on the bottom and I had to break off the fly. Other times, I'd snag some submerged tree branch that was wandering around the lake looking for my fly. I even kept hooking submerged leafs that had blown into the lake.
What a pain in the butt!
To add insult to injury, when I did catch a fish it was either a species I wasn't fishing for (like a perch or northern pike minnow) or a tiny fish.
Plus... the wind came up and every one and their dog had decided to blast by me in their power boats so I felt like I was riding a bucking bull when fighting the continual waves.
Most of the time, flyfishing is fun. Other times... not so much.