Hello all and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly
Fishing Adventures. While sitting here watching the Walking Dead I began
thinking about why different people watch different shows for many different
reasons. Cat and I began watching the Walking Dead a few years back, and for me,
I like the excitement, the drama and even a little of the comical gore, but for
Cat it is more of a fantasy thing. I never quite understood it until one day
Cody, Cat and I started talking about the show. The two of them began foaming
at the mouth and talking about how awesome it would be to live in a Zombie Apocalypse.
They planned how they would get food, their shelter and all the best ways to
kill off these killer zombies. I guess it shows what a wimp I am because my
thought was I sure would miss my hot shower. I also had to bring up the fact
that our fly fishing days would be over. I guess this is where the
conversational rules changed because Cat said that at that point we could still
fish, but we could only fish with one fly for all our eternity. Now I was a
little intrigued and since the two of us are considered “tail water experts,” I
figured that Cat was going to put the rest of her fly fishing eternity into the
hands of the FOD. Now before my chest
could even pump up, she told me her fly would be a size 20 Adams. What the …., I
then had to jump in and say “what will you do for floatant” and Cat followed
with “what are you going to do for weight.” At that point I knew I was either
way overmatched for this kind of battle, or way too old and boring, and the
conversation then turned to something else really important.
On
Friday Cat and I headed to the river and she got to let her Zombie Apocalypse
fly make her point. By the time we got to the river the hatch was already on, I
moved into a feeding lane and Cat started eyeing the risers. My first cast
hooked and landed a fourteen incher and I figured it would be another typical killer
nymph day. Cat started below me and her “ciggle” was immediate. For the next hour,
I did not get a bump and the “ciggle” could be heard every few minutes. Not
that we count, but after she had me down about fifteen to one, I went ahead and
went to a dry as well, and what do you know, I could do it also. We caught
sippers all afternoon and Cat was able to show off her expertise when she got a
twenty incher to the net.
Today Winston
and I headed to the river on our own, when inviting Cat, she grinned and said
she was still a little sore from out fishing me on Friday. As we made it to the
river the fish were already looking up, and without any Cat pressure, I went
straight to an Adams and what a blast. First cast landed a twelve incher and
after that, every other cast produced a take or a fish. I saw one pair of lips
that looked a little bigger than the rest and after a couple of pretty good
drifts he hammered it. I got him to the net and he measured out between fifteen
and sixteen inches. After about a dozen or so smaller fish, I moved down river
into a feeding lane. I switched back to my nymph rig and my confidence came
back in a big way. First cast landed an eighteen incher and in the next half an
hour I landed six in that same range. Winston was once again proud of his papa.
It sure
is great to have such a wonderful family and friends. If a Zombie Apocalypse
ever does happen, I am in good hands. Cat and I will pack the guns, the fly rods,
and the dogs and head to Cody and Kim’s house. I may have to go without a hot
shower but I think on any given day, with an Adams, FOD, or even Cody swinging
something big, we would have fish to eat. Unless of course, the fish are
affected by the same Zombie virus, but that’s for a different blog. As always,
Connell, Cat, Winston, Abraham & Glen, and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank
you for reading……
The Zombie Apocalypse Fly
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