Thursday, November 11, 2010

Toothys

I miss fishing for the toothys. I've gone trout fishing for the past two days. Mainly because I have clients tomorrow, and I better know what the heck I'm doing.  I tied up some minnie musky flies. One that I named "good night" got eatin twice, but no hook ups. Just as I suspected the fly and hook were too big, or the darn trout too small. I switched to egg patterns and started crushing fish. Unfourtunatly the store bought patterns worked better than my hand ties. The reason that I'm writing this however is not to tell ya'll how I can stroke fish, but how much I'm missing the toothys. You see when drifting eggs, or any nymph for that matters, you cast up stream and wait for a strike. Then when there is the slightest indication that there is a stike you have to set the hook like a wuss. The key words there are  "wait", "slight indication", and "wuss". When fishing toothys I'm like a battle ship firing off heat seaking missles. Then when a toothy strikes, almost pulling my arm off, I try to return the favor by trying to pull his face off. Notice the difference in terminology. Toothys!!! I've included a pic of the minnie muskys'

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