Overheard at Rusty's fly shoppe and emporium.
Q:$300 dollar spey rod? A: Not as good as a $800 dollar spey rod.
Q:$800 dollar spey rod? A: What every one at the hatchery hole uses.
Q:spey reel? A: doubles for black marlin fishing.
Q: Drag? A: when I have to cast in front of people... that I know.
Q: click pawl reel? A: I need one and I don't know why, I just do okay!
Q: spey cast? A: can I buy that at the shop too?
Q: favorite casting method? A: roll cast
Q: Double spey? A: if there is a rod that cost's twice as much Im pretty sure I need it.
Q: snap T? A: I snagged my face.
Q: grain weight? A: my beer gut after spending all winter at the bar talking about spey casting and winter steel head fishing
Q: Scandinavian style? A: talking dirty in a swedish accent.
Q: Skagit style? A: fishing while wearing a Nascar hat, Slayer cut off T-shirt, and drinking Old Milwaukee.
Q: price tag? A: guide to quality.
Q: Steelhead? A: trendy
Q: functionally extinct? A: steelhead
Q: overpopulation? A: steelhead fishermen
Q: swinging? A: not just for pervs in the 70's anymore
Q: nymphing? A: someone said its bad, they were wearing a patagonia jacket, so I effing believe them.
Q: indicator? A: thats a bobber! bobbers are the devil! im not sure why though.
Q: backing knot? A: haven't seen it since I tied it a couple years ago.
Q: Latin name for steelhead? A:
Oncorhynchus Mykissand finally....
Q: Latin name for a spey-tard in the presence of a real steelheader?
A:
Mykiss Uranus
It has been nearly nine months since Guff's accident. a few grand, a couple pins, and a lot of physical therapy he is as good as new and more than ready to start hunting again. which he proved as we followed the pheasants scent up into the wood lot behind the house and Guff dog showed me he remembered all his training as he locked up and held point without a WHOA being said.
Alright... He remembered most of his training. After being good enough to stand over an incredibly dumb pheasant while I snapped way too many pics, Guff decided enough was enough and pounced.
The pheasant practiced common sense and fled the scene. The orange splashes on it back reminded me of the setter that came before guff, A beautifully wise orange belton named Aspen. The cackling and slapping of wings through brush while the bird entered the fall sky reminded me of my old springer spaniel named Decoy, who passed last year.
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