mudbug201
loose loops, sink tips
My cousin and I got out for one of our semi-annual trips this weekend. They used to be more frequent, these weekends, and also usually involved several questionable decisions, at least one brush with the law, a range of mild bodily injuries (e.g. broken thumb, sprained ankle) and two or three crippling hangovers. Every once in a while one of us caught a fish.
These days, they're less frequent. We injure ourselves less. We catch more fish. We take our boys, ages 10 and 4. We still usually make a couple of bottles of Bulleit rye disappear, but we suffer more for it. (My son, the littler one, gets up at 6am like clockwork every morning, regardless of what kind of stupidity I happen to be engaging in at 2am.)
Kept the boys out late on the river one night and got into a mixed hatch of sulfurs, Isos, and caddis. Actually not entirely sure about the Isos part. It was pretty dark. I believe the technical term is "medium sized gray bastards."
We spent half an hour working a big stubborn brown that was taking something in the film, with no luck. But it was the only show in town. With the kids yawning and wondering aloud if we should just call it a night and go home and watch Star Wars, we decided to stick around.
Right at dusk, the pool we were in started to boil. I was convinced they were on the sulfurs, and tied on a bushy sulfur dun with a small parachute sulfur emerger. No dice.
With light fading, we decided some of the rises looked more like sipping than smutting. My cousin tied on a sulfur spinner on his Loomis NRX 5 weight (a sweet stick) and handed it to me. A few casts later, we'd put a few nice fish in the net, and the kids were sufficiently impressed with their dads that we could call it a night. Next time I tell this story the fish will be bigger. But for now, they were more than okay.
These days, they're less frequent. We injure ourselves less. We catch more fish. We take our boys, ages 10 and 4. We still usually make a couple of bottles of Bulleit rye disappear, but we suffer more for it. (My son, the littler one, gets up at 6am like clockwork every morning, regardless of what kind of stupidity I happen to be engaging in at 2am.)
Kept the boys out late on the river one night and got into a mixed hatch of sulfurs, Isos, and caddis. Actually not entirely sure about the Isos part. It was pretty dark. I believe the technical term is "medium sized gray bastards."
We spent half an hour working a big stubborn brown that was taking something in the film, with no luck. But it was the only show in town. With the kids yawning and wondering aloud if we should just call it a night and go home and watch Star Wars, we decided to stick around.
Right at dusk, the pool we were in started to boil. I was convinced they were on the sulfurs, and tied on a bushy sulfur dun with a small parachute sulfur emerger. No dice.
With light fading, we decided some of the rises looked more like sipping than smutting. My cousin tied on a sulfur spinner on his Loomis NRX 5 weight (a sweet stick) and handed it to me. A few casts later, we'd put a few nice fish in the net, and the kids were sufficiently impressed with their dads that we could call it a night. Next time I tell this story the fish will be bigger. But for now, they were more than okay.
