Well said mate. I couldn't agree more. They are excellent takers of just about anything actually, whether that be a fly, twig, cigarette butt, you name it.
I remember one extremely joyful experience at the same stillwater a few weeks after those same stooopid fish had became a little bit more educated. In fact, so wise had they become, that they pretty much refused anything that was attached to a line. They would follow the fly, carefully observing all the time, only to turn away at the last moment. My faith was restored when I managed to outwit them on a bare hook one day. This was a plain red anodised hook that was given to me from the closed hand of a learned friend. With a glint in his eye and smile on his face, he said, 'instant bloodworm' as he opened his hand in mine.
I had all but forgotten about this 'fly' until this one particular day, when I had basically exhausted all my options. On impulse I attached the gleaming red hook to a length of 8X tippet. The trout were cruising up and down the bank in sight of all the unsuccessful anglers, so this was one important part of the equation eliminated......the fish were there, no doubt about that! They just weren't interested in anything that we had to offer. "This is the kind of fishing that I love" I thought, as I delicately presented the non desript bare hook well to the left of a cruising trout, and bringing it in slowly to intercept a sizeable fish as it approached.
The Mrs Simpson brigade were basically bystanders at this moment, having long since thrown in the towel. As such, they were not there to distract or intimidate me anymore with their "Whoohooo's", "Got him!", "Got another one!", "Ohhh yeah, look at him go!" etc, etc exclamations......and now I could fish the way that I enjoy fishing, slowly and sensitively!
As I watched the approaching fish from the corner of my eye, I could see it's body language change as it homed in on the red hook and I knew this would be it as it confidently approached and sucked in the fly. I had some anxious moments with that fish, especially on such a light tippet, but my little Orvis Ultrafine cussioned the tippet beautifully. To much applause, I was instantly promoted to legendary status by the many fishless bystanders as I released the 2kg Rainbow a few minutes later. That single experience completely restored my faith in those same 'dumb' fish who just days before had completely dumbfounded me. I realised then that for me, the thing that I most enjoy about fishing is not so much about how many I catch on the day, but more about how I catch them. All too often, one fish, just one fish has become the stuff of my dreams, and this was without a doubt one of them.
Thanks again to the wise old gentleman who gave me that 'fly'. You know who you are
Last edited by Chris Shelton; 12-06-07 at 11:06 AM.
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