Hello all and thanks for checking in
at the O’Grady Flyfishing Journal Blog. I like to think of myself as at least
having a slight musical knowledge. I am
a lifelong Rock guitar fan and in most songs, if I take a little time, I can
figure out the key and chord progressions, but lyrically I am usually clueless.
Now my incredible wife is so different. Now if you don’t know Cat, she has a
lyric superpower, Cat knows every lyric, to every song of all time. Case in
point; several years back I was listening to and singing “ Ohhh I need a blah
blah blah blah, yeaaa I need a blah blah blah. Cat started laughing and told me
what they were singing. I know that sounds like it should be great but finding
out real lyrics can really put a damper on what I sing and in some cases really
limits the songs that fill my feeble little mind.
I really wanted to fish today regardless
of fishing conditions. I know I have talked at nauseam over the year about how
I love sight fish but today I just wanted to fish. Cat was stuck in the shop
today so it was just Winston and I on the river. We got to the river at around
9:30 this morning and while wading cautiously into the river, the pseudo-song
that echoed through my brain was “ Oohhh I need a dirty woman, but oohhhh I got
a dirty river”. Yep three hours of that
running through my brain, in between catching fish of course. The river was as
dirty as I have seen in a while but had very little effect on the fish. In my
first five casts I landed 2 fish right around the 16 inches. I know it didn’t
seem like traditional sight fishing but I would just wait for fish to start to porpoise
and cast in front of them. I didn’t see a lot of bug activity but something was
definitely drifting. I think I landed 10 or so and lost a few more. My land
rate was real good today and it felt as if their mouths were a little more
solid today. I had a client on the river on Friday and the day was very
similar, fishing was really productive til around noon or so and then it really
slows. If you want to fish all day then switch to a streamer. Fish were on a
size 22 Ninja and a 22 J-bomb and I picked one up on an egg. I had to listen to
a little Floyd on the way home so I could try and get the real lyrics back in
my head, what a price I have to pay..hehe. Anyway, Connell, Cat, Winston, Roger
Waters and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading….
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