I've fished with quite a few artlure and dropshot aficonados - and almost always been out fished. These rigs impart awsome action, can present with finness when required and cast a mile into the face of a howling gale. They cover water like i can only dream of - shallow, deep, fast, slow, no problem ... yet i have never thought of switching from fly tackle ...
Maybe a better question than "are we missing out?" is "Why do we fly fish?"
If it was just about catching fish we would all be baiting up with crabs or worms.
So why do I like spending my free time in winter standing balls deep in freezing water, flipping over rocks to look at bugs, struggling to cast past 20 meters whenever the wind pics up above 5 m/s ... only to blank 9 times out of 10. What is the a real purpose then? Since it does not appear to be about catching fish?
It seems to me there is something slightly irrational, perhaps enigmatic and esoteric about those who fly fish for largies. Maybe it has more to do with largies themselves and the places they are found - they are our ultimate fresh water game fish, pure power, and when hooked on a fly, a large fish provides an incomparible experience to any other method of fishing - the raw power of fish as a fly line burns between your fingers is somethig a dropshot or baitcaster will never be able to relate too ..
So too the experience of fly casting on a chilly vaal morning - watching a tight loop unfold through the air as the first rays of the sun burn off the mist in a remote side channel - the gentle "plop of the fly" and the slow, purposeful retrive as the fly swings across the current - all the time waiting for the thumping take as the fish burns off backing - ah, perhaps one day ... fly fishing for largies is dedication - never give up!
Yes, for me its is the experience of the pursuit of largies, not in their capture that is the attraction. The vaal in winter feels timeless and remote, the qarry elusive - the combination almost spirtual.
I know the fish are scarce, their habitat depleted, their very existance under threat - yet we have to believe there are a few fish in the river, even if for weeks on end it seems that we are just going through the motions of cast and retrieve.
This is not a game of numbers. That i leave to the hardware chuckers and bass masters - it is anathama. Perhaps largie fly fishers are ultimately masochists! But the long cold days make the eventual reward that much sweeter. The papgooers, dropshotists and hardware chuckers can condemn us as ‘crazy’, they can follow the path of least resistance and shake their heads in disbelief “a whole week trip, and only one fish landed?” Yes ... What a fantastic trip it was!
For me largie fishing should be difficult. This is what makes it what it is. So as the first frosts leaves the river deserted and the mists settle over quiet back channels I will be out on the river. No short cuts. A single fly, a fly rod and line. The equipment shows restraint and respect for the fish and the pursuit.
The appreciation gained through time and dues paid is a truer appreciation.
Then again maybe i am as mad as a hatter
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