moosekid
Handsomest Neff Member
It was my pleasure to fish with NEFF superstar ‘lightenup’ a few weeks back. For those of you that are unfamiliar, North Eastern Fly Fishing Forum or NEFF, for short, is a subsidiary of GB Mag. That is to say, we at GB mag are a corporate sponsor.
In the fire-storm of cyber acrimony that is NEFF, lightenup is a beacon of civility, and I was very excited to meet him at long last.
The drive to Califon was not great for morale. John ‘Golden Beetle’ Stuart dropped a bomb on the whole team early in the morning when he announced that he would be unable to attend. I felt sick for John. He loves the freezing cold weather and I knew how excited he was to get out and stand in it all day long.
At 8:15 AM on Monday he wrote the group:
“fellas, it is with a heavy heart that i bow out of this expedition. something unexpected came up and now i have to shave my kneecaps and delete some stuff on my desktop all afternoon. i really wish i could make it dudes, but duty calls.”
The sickness I felt for John was figurative, but apparently my dog was really living John’s struggle. He puked 4 or 5 times as we bobbed and weaved down Califon-Cokesberry Road.
I arrived in Califon where I was to meet ‘lightenup’ and even though I had yet to finish the soduku puzzles, I gallantly placed some newspaper on the seat so he wouldn’t have to sit directly in the dog puke. After a brief meet and greet, we broke bread over an 8 piece McNuggets and headed off to fish the KLG.
My only fish of the day came to hand on the 3rd cast-- a bionic green rainbow of about 12 inches.
It was cold and the fishing was pretty slow. I had the genius idea to construct fly rod guides of metals that have undergone this process…
...even though they have a patent pending on the metal, itself -- there’s a chance you could be granted a ‘design patent’ for the specific application of ‘fly rod guides.’ Everyone owes me a small coffee for this one…
Lightenup took a fish a ways upstream from me and then suggested we walk up to the ‘meat hole.’ I was a bit confused.
I had once declined an invitation from SIMMS to meetup and drink some cosmos at a bar he frequents called ‘The Meathole,’ but that was all the way in the west village -- definitely not within walking distance.
He quickly explained to me that this was a different kind of meathole.
“It used to be that the meathole was a place for just us guys to go and be ourselves. Every once in a while you’d land a real catch and you’d take him home, clean him up. Sometimes things would get real hot and sizzly, but ever since they changed the regs, this water’s all catch and release.”
We each caught one fish, which is generally enough for me to drive home satisfied. But Jack wouldn’t leave without getting his own satisfaction.
Those are quality SIMMS waders.
The dog has taste.
In the fire-storm of cyber acrimony that is NEFF, lightenup is a beacon of civility, and I was very excited to meet him at long last.
The drive to Califon was not great for morale. John ‘Golden Beetle’ Stuart dropped a bomb on the whole team early in the morning when he announced that he would be unable to attend. I felt sick for John. He loves the freezing cold weather and I knew how excited he was to get out and stand in it all day long.
At 8:15 AM on Monday he wrote the group:
“fellas, it is with a heavy heart that i bow out of this expedition. something unexpected came up and now i have to shave my kneecaps and delete some stuff on my desktop all afternoon. i really wish i could make it dudes, but duty calls.”
The sickness I felt for John was figurative, but apparently my dog was really living John’s struggle. He puked 4 or 5 times as we bobbed and weaved down Califon-Cokesberry Road.
I arrived in Califon where I was to meet ‘lightenup’ and even though I had yet to finish the soduku puzzles, I gallantly placed some newspaper on the seat so he wouldn’t have to sit directly in the dog puke. After a brief meet and greet, we broke bread over an 8 piece McNuggets and headed off to fish the KLG.
My only fish of the day came to hand on the 3rd cast-- a bionic green rainbow of about 12 inches.
It was cold and the fishing was pretty slow. I had the genius idea to construct fly rod guides of metals that have undergone this process…
...even though they have a patent pending on the metal, itself -- there’s a chance you could be granted a ‘design patent’ for the specific application of ‘fly rod guides.’ Everyone owes me a small coffee for this one…
Lightenup took a fish a ways upstream from me and then suggested we walk up to the ‘meat hole.’ I was a bit confused.
I had once declined an invitation from SIMMS to meetup and drink some cosmos at a bar he frequents called ‘The Meathole,’ but that was all the way in the west village -- definitely not within walking distance.
He quickly explained to me that this was a different kind of meathole.
“It used to be that the meathole was a place for just us guys to go and be ourselves. Every once in a while you’d land a real catch and you’d take him home, clean him up. Sometimes things would get real hot and sizzly, but ever since they changed the regs, this water’s all catch and release.”
We each caught one fish, which is generally enough for me to drive home satisfied. But Jack wouldn’t leave without getting his own satisfaction.
Those are quality SIMMS waders.
The dog has taste.
