I went out for another of my normal noon fishing
expeditions. The place I usually fish had someone
at it so I headed for one of the fishing jetties
on the main lake. I was not sure that I would
catch anything as the lake is so big (788 acres).
I started casting, letting the fly drop about three
feet and then slowly retrieving it in. I was using
a royal coachman variation. I used yellow beads for
the body and the wing was from some luminescent yarn.
I had been casting for about 10 minutes, with no
I moved up the jetty about 15 feet and tried again.
I had the wind behind me so my casts were a little
longer than normal. I do pay attention to where my
casts land so I can try to duplicate them if I catch
a fish. On my third cast I saw the line twitch and I
had a crappie on the line. I released this fish and
cast out again.
It was a nice surprise that the fly landed in just
about the same place it had the last time. The fly
had dropped about two feet when I saw the line twitch.
I had another crappie of the same size. I thought I
might be onto something. My next cast, as is normal,
landed about five feet to the side. I let it drop but
nothing happened, even as I retrieved the fly.
I cast again and hit close to the original spot. Again
when the fly had dropped about two feet I had another
crappie hit. It turned out that every time I could get
the fly to hit in an area, about three feet by three
feet, I would get a strike. It I was a few feet away
from this spot then nothing would happen.
I did look at the fish to make sure I was not catching
the same fish each time. I could not tell that I had
caught the same fish a second time. All of the crappie
were about seven inches long, which is the normal for
I had noticed a few boats out on the lake, over the
deeper water. It looked like they were deep jigging
or drifting to try to find fish. I had not noticed
them catching any fish but I was not paying too much
attention to them.
The next thing I knew there was a boat heading toward
where I was fishing at a fairly good speed. He cut his
speed at the last minute and had a big wave shove out
in front of him just before he stopped right over where
I had been catching the fish.
Needless to say I was not happy about this. Much to my
wife's regret, there are times that I don't, maybe can't,
keep my mouth shut. I told him that he was a jerk for
parking right on top of where I was catching fish. He
said that he wanted to catch fish and would park any
**** place that he wanted to.
Needless to say the fish were gone. I was also so
perturbed that I thought I had better leave as the
fun was gone out of the experience. As I started to
leave, he asked me what I had been using to catch
the fish. I told him a hook with material on it at
the end of a fly-fishing outfit. There are times
that I am not helpful at all.
He told me where to go and how to do it as I went there.
He also showed me his IQ (1). He said that he was going
to come to the shore and beat some sense into my head.
At this point things started to get funny. When he came
to this spot, something happened and his motor would not
start. I did watch him as he tried to do this and it
was very funny. Then next thing I knew, he was telling
me that I should catch the rope and pull him around to
I replied that I did not take orders and that he needed
time to sit and reflect. I got in my truck and left.
I did stop up the road where the Conservation Officer
lives and told him what was happening. When I described
the boat and owner, he knew who it was. He told me he
would go down after he finished the job he was doing.
The part that I like to remember was that I did find
a place to catch fish. I wish the other stuff had not
happened, but I can't control folks much. I hope you
don't meet any of his relatives in the fishing world.
Hope you can get out on the water. ~ Rick