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I didn't know what I was doing, but I chased shad around Saturday up by The Dalles. I figured that with over 100,000 going over The Dalles for the last few days, even a blind pig could find an acorn. But I got on the river pretty late and it was a bright warm day, which is supposed not to good for the bite. I tried casting under the Dalles Bridge on the Oregon side but there are a lot of obstacles there this year. The hoop net platforms are tied off with plastic coated cable to the bridge and the bank, eliminating some of the good casting slots and turning others into showcases of casting prowess. I didn't get any hits, but the super sinking shooting head was working well for distance in the wind and getting the fly down.
I gave up on shad and went over to my smallmouth and carp pond. Like Ben was saying in his post, I felt overly armed for smallmouth with the 8 wt. steelhead rod. But the water was too high. I think cold river water had flushed through the pond and the smallies were all shivering in their beds. The carp flats were buried in deep water and if any were tailing I couldn't see them down there. But then I got real lucky. While edging along the shoreline on the road fill, I rolled over a big basalt bolder and it chopped my fly line right off about forty feet from the end as it bounced into the pond. I say lucky, in the sense that it didn't chop my toe off or crush my rod. Lucky in that I didn't have to cut off my pinned arm with my swiss army knife. I tied a quick knot in the fly line and fished out the rest of the shoreline, but I couldn't cast the knot out past the second guide.
I suppose this is how I'd repair that line, maybe using acetone to get the core off and kevlar tread instead of dental floss. http://www.speypages.com/custom_lines.htm
I gave up on shad and went over to my smallmouth and carp pond. Like Ben was saying in his post, I felt overly armed for smallmouth with the 8 wt. steelhead rod. But the water was too high. I think cold river water had flushed through the pond and the smallies were all shivering in their beds. The carp flats were buried in deep water and if any were tailing I couldn't see them down there. But then I got real lucky. While edging along the shoreline on the road fill, I rolled over a big basalt bolder and it chopped my fly line right off about forty feet from the end as it bounced into the pond. I say lucky, in the sense that it didn't chop my toe off or crush my rod. Lucky in that I didn't have to cut off my pinned arm with my swiss army knife. I tied a quick knot in the fly line and fished out the rest of the shoreline, but I couldn't cast the knot out past the second guide.
I suppose this is how I'd repair that line, maybe using acetone to get the core off and kevlar tread instead of dental floss. http://www.speypages.com/custom_lines.htm