Hello all and thanks for checking in
at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. Winston and I headed to the river today
and like usual, my mind was on the move. I have been pretty quiet about my 8-2
Huskers this year because I figured as soon as I started talking, the bottom
would fall out. Two weeks ago I was watching the awful OSU game and I really
found myself getting annoyed. Not just by the fact that we got smoked like a
Christmas turkey, but more so by a few actions of a few of the Huskers. At one
point the Huskers were already way down and they got a first down. The player
jumped up and gave the first down sign as if he was saying, “I’m a bad man.” As
an observer, I was thinking maybe he ought to check the scoreboard. Now on the
good character side, I remember when Jerry Rice was playing. Maybe one of the
best receivers ever and after every TD there was no celebration and he would
just hand the ball to the ref. I remember seeing an interview with him and they
asked him why he didn’t celebrate and he said that he always wanted to act like
he had been there before. He was so easy to root for, except in Super Bowl XXIV
of course. Anyway, while reminiscing about acting as if I had been there
before, my mind drifted to Winton’s odd behavior today, and a few of my own
reactions on the river.
Last weekend I spent a few hours
with an old fishing friend and his pup. I hooked one fish and after it came out
of the water a few times I could feel that it had slipped and was now foul. I
remarked “darn” and then the fish came completely loose. I had to laugh because
I could remember several years back I had had one of my more embarrassing
moments on the river in front of Steve. I was still a little green and I had
hooked what felt to me like a fish that needed to be named Moby, and after a
brief and ferocious battle, the fish snapped my line. At the top of my lungs, I
screamed a word that has no business in public and then stood in utter silence.
I started walking off and looking up I saw that Steve had moved up in front of me
and he was staring at me as if he was trying to figure out who could be using
that kind of language. Yep, it was a little embarrassing and a couple of
thoughts went through my head. Do I really want to be known as the potty mouth
guy and maybe I should act like I had been there before.
So the other thing going on today
was that Winston was acting really strange. When Pooh-dog was young, I remember
several times getting really annoyed because he would keep getting between me
and a fighting fish. The last several years he has really been great and has
only really gotten in the way of one fish. Right off the bat today I started
hooking fish and every time I turned around, Winston was under my feet and
would cut me off to the fish. Has my fall been that bad that he had forgotten
how to act? A couple of times I actually had to walk him back to the bank and
made him sit but as soon as I hooked another fish he was right there beside me
again. At one time, I remember looking at Winston and under my breath saying “come
on, act like we have been here before.” Good thing my mind keeps me
entertained.
Fishing today was much better than
the last few days with several fish in the 14 to 18inch range and a whole bunch
of dinks. We saw a few BWO’s today, but midges seemed to be the soup of the
day. FOD’s, Blings, and Tube Wing midges were all productive today. Winter
Storage began two days ago and as of right now the river is running at just
under 90cfs. The next few nights are supposed to be really cold and hopefully
the reservoir completes the turnover. As always Connell, Cat, Winston, Jerry
Rice and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading………
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