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Before heading to my super secret fishing hole somewhere on the D between Shehawken and Buckingham (Shhhh, don't tell anybody), I was crossing the Hale Eddy bridge and saw a few familiar faces. JC (Fly14), Wylie, and a new face but a long time NEFF member, TKhour. We barked at each other for a few minutes and while doing so, I was wondering how many fish Wylie was going to move and what he was going to use to move them. He offered me a glance into his box of fancy, very well tied, streamers. He's got quite a selection that he ties himself. I can't say enough nice things about Wylies streamers. One of the first things I noticed about TKHour is that he's a CHEATER!!!!! He has an engine on the back of his yacht! Then quickly realized that they actually had a great trolling setup. With Wylie hanging off the back, he could control the ships direction while flipping his streamers and cover even more river by circling around in the deeper holes. Good thinking guys! 
Before heading up, I checked the weather. It was calling for thunder storms around 6pm and 9pm. For the first time ever, the weatherman was just about dead on because at 6:15 or so, it came down like cats and dogs.
I met up with an old friend to float with yesterday, I've been on his ass for a while now to float the D. MacFly and I have known each other for.... ohhh geez, I'm getting old.... let's see, probably over 25 years. Although he's a little older than me, we grew up not too far from each other and were probably considered 'rink rats'. I haven't seen MacFly in many years but he found the site through a friend and noticed my name. See, NEFF rekindles old friendships!
We put in and immediately started casting to rising fish of all sizes. There weren't too many bugs on the water but the fish were turned on. I was using my little rubber leg patterns as usual. These things kick ass. Soon, my fly boxes will be full of these flies because I really see no reason to use anything else. They ALWAYS work. ALWAYS. Anyhow, realizing it was getting close to 1pm and we've been fishing to rising fish since 11:am or so, we had to get moving.
I'm going to skip most of the day because if you heard 1 fishing report, you've heard them all.
Later on in the day, we were poured on pretty hard. Even during the heavy rain, the fish insisted on rising. I fealt like a 6yr old on Christmas morning. Things got a little interesting while we were anchored up casting to rising fish. A canoe was coming down the river with a tow line of 4 occupied black tubes. I knew they would put the fish down, and I'm sure Macfly knew too because he desperately tried to get in that last cast before they floated through the pool..... Uhhhhh... not through the pool, but through US! Ok, so the river in this section was a good football field long but these idiots managed to plow into us anyway! Luckily, there were a few cute girls and they had beer. I'm not much of a drinker but they had to pay for this somehow, someway, and I didn't think loaning us the girls for a few minutes would have been an option. I told them they had to pay for raming into us. They were drinking Blue Moon. I told them they owe us a beer. They complied and even offered us Orange slices. We didn't take the Oranges but my buddy Macfly mentioned something that made me laugh. "I don't put fruit in my beer". I think he said something about fruit not beloning in beer and something about not being a sissy Corona drinking type of guy. Mind you, AKSkims name was never even mentioned through-out the day but guess who the first person I though of when I heard this! AK The Sissy Beer Drinking Corona guy! AK actually doubles up on the fruit. Rumor has it, he doesn't even like the beer, he drinks it for the lime flavoring. Anyhow, let me set a mood/scene for you... Imagine you're in the mountains on a peaceful stream, casting to rising fish. For as far as you can possibly see, fish are working in a scumline. The only thing that could possilby go wrong is a windy situation taking over the rest of your day or, a group of morons in a canoe trailed by 4 tubers on a tow line crashing into you and continue on, splashing and swimming right through the center of where every fish on the river were so happily feeding.... As these morons (and I don't care how cute the girls were (they weren't that great but hey, they had all of their teeth and didn't look inbred, what I mean is, they weren't locals... hey, good enough) or what kind of beer they had) floated down, they put every fish down for as far as you could see. They went right through the scumline where all of these fish were working. So painful.
After a while, we anchored up and in came the second wave of rain. This time, the rain was even harder but the fish didn't stop. I should have put my waders on at some point during the day but I didn't and I paid for it. I was freezing my ass off. A few minutes later, the dream team came trolling down the river with their streamers! They anchored up next to us and we bullshit around until the rain stopped. We continued to fish for a few more hours and had some fun for the rest of the day.
I have to ask... The past few times I've fished, I have wet waded. When I get out of the river, I start to itch like crazy, get rashes and this stinging sensation. I'm thinking I touched something on a previous trip (like picking the dog up after running through the woods) and contaminated something that I bring fishing with me. I'm not quite sure what but everytime I go out, I get these rashes. They typically last overnight and vanish by the time I wake up. As I type this, I can still feel some slight stinging and itching. What the hell is this, Gods way of saying FU to the non-believers? I'll never understand this God character that so many of you worship. (please, no comments, I'm just busting your balls a little. I know some of you sissies get offended when people talk about your exit strategy). <------smiley face morons.
Anyhow, other than having been rammed into, I think overall the day was great.
Of course we all like to get the fish in the net. It feels good. I will say this though. When you dump 80 feet of line and set your hook to a rising fish and that fish jumps out of the water 2-3 times, THAT is more entertaining to me than putting the fish in the net. I had a few fish do this and let me tell you... There's nothing like seeing a huge fish at the end of your line jumping out of the water and making that KURPLUNKING splash back into the water. Who cares if you land it or not. You fooled him from that far, he took your fly, you can't expect to land a fish like that every time from so far.
So that's all I gotta say about that. Now, who have I offended here? Crybabies.
Before heading up, I checked the weather. It was calling for thunder storms around 6pm and 9pm. For the first time ever, the weatherman was just about dead on because at 6:15 or so, it came down like cats and dogs.
I met up with an old friend to float with yesterday, I've been on his ass for a while now to float the D. MacFly and I have known each other for.... ohhh geez, I'm getting old.... let's see, probably over 25 years. Although he's a little older than me, we grew up not too far from each other and were probably considered 'rink rats'. I haven't seen MacFly in many years but he found the site through a friend and noticed my name. See, NEFF rekindles old friendships!
We put in and immediately started casting to rising fish of all sizes. There weren't too many bugs on the water but the fish were turned on. I was using my little rubber leg patterns as usual. These things kick ass. Soon, my fly boxes will be full of these flies because I really see no reason to use anything else. They ALWAYS work. ALWAYS. Anyhow, realizing it was getting close to 1pm and we've been fishing to rising fish since 11:am or so, we had to get moving.
I'm going to skip most of the day because if you heard 1 fishing report, you've heard them all.
Later on in the day, we were poured on pretty hard. Even during the heavy rain, the fish insisted on rising. I fealt like a 6yr old on Christmas morning. Things got a little interesting while we were anchored up casting to rising fish. A canoe was coming down the river with a tow line of 4 occupied black tubes. I knew they would put the fish down, and I'm sure Macfly knew too because he desperately tried to get in that last cast before they floated through the pool..... Uhhhhh... not through the pool, but through US! Ok, so the river in this section was a good football field long but these idiots managed to plow into us anyway! Luckily, there were a few cute girls and they had beer. I'm not much of a drinker but they had to pay for this somehow, someway, and I didn't think loaning us the girls for a few minutes would have been an option. I told them they had to pay for raming into us. They were drinking Blue Moon. I told them they owe us a beer. They complied and even offered us Orange slices. We didn't take the Oranges but my buddy Macfly mentioned something that made me laugh. "I don't put fruit in my beer". I think he said something about fruit not beloning in beer and something about not being a sissy Corona drinking type of guy. Mind you, AKSkims name was never even mentioned through-out the day but guess who the first person I though of when I heard this! AK The Sissy Beer Drinking Corona guy! AK actually doubles up on the fruit. Rumor has it, he doesn't even like the beer, he drinks it for the lime flavoring. Anyhow, let me set a mood/scene for you... Imagine you're in the mountains on a peaceful stream, casting to rising fish. For as far as you can possibly see, fish are working in a scumline. The only thing that could possilby go wrong is a windy situation taking over the rest of your day or, a group of morons in a canoe trailed by 4 tubers on a tow line crashing into you and continue on, splashing and swimming right through the center of where every fish on the river were so happily feeding.... As these morons (and I don't care how cute the girls were (they weren't that great but hey, they had all of their teeth and didn't look inbred, what I mean is, they weren't locals... hey, good enough) or what kind of beer they had) floated down, they put every fish down for as far as you could see. They went right through the scumline where all of these fish were working. So painful.
After a while, we anchored up and in came the second wave of rain. This time, the rain was even harder but the fish didn't stop. I should have put my waders on at some point during the day but I didn't and I paid for it. I was freezing my ass off. A few minutes later, the dream team came trolling down the river with their streamers! They anchored up next to us and we bullshit around until the rain stopped. We continued to fish for a few more hours and had some fun for the rest of the day.
I have to ask... The past few times I've fished, I have wet waded. When I get out of the river, I start to itch like crazy, get rashes and this stinging sensation. I'm thinking I touched something on a previous trip (like picking the dog up after running through the woods) and contaminated something that I bring fishing with me. I'm not quite sure what but everytime I go out, I get these rashes. They typically last overnight and vanish by the time I wake up. As I type this, I can still feel some slight stinging and itching. What the hell is this, Gods way of saying FU to the non-believers? I'll never understand this God character that so many of you worship. (please, no comments, I'm just busting your balls a little. I know some of you sissies get offended when people talk about your exit strategy).
<------smiley face morons.Anyhow, other than having been rammed into, I think overall the day was great.
Of course we all like to get the fish in the net. It feels good. I will say this though. When you dump 80 feet of line and set your hook to a rising fish and that fish jumps out of the water 2-3 times, THAT is more entertaining to me than putting the fish in the net. I had a few fish do this and let me tell you... There's nothing like seeing a huge fish at the end of your line jumping out of the water and making that KURPLUNKING splash back into the water. Who cares if you land it or not. You fooled him from that far, he took your fly, you can't expect to land a fish like that every time from so far.
So that's all I gotta say about that. Now, who have I offended here? Crybabies.
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