Saturday, August 3, 2013
I found another pond today, one that didn't cost anything to get into, so I gave fishing another try. One thing about pond fishing on the fly, as compared to river fishing, is that I need to cast a long way to get out to the fish. In the rivers, I rarely need to cast more than 20 feet or so, but in the ponds, I'm hard pressed to get the fly out far enough. Today was no exception, and in making the longer casts, I believe I snapped my fly off the line. (One of the cool things I learned when I started fly fishing is how to crack a whip. The fishing line works the same way and you get a very satisfying 'pop' if you push it forward before the line straightens out in back. Unfortunately, you can also snap off your fly that way, and since my fly disappeared, I assume that's just what I did.) So there I was, without realizing it, casting my empty line w-a-y out there. And sure enough, right before my eyes I saw a friendly fishy swim right up, lift his head right out of the water, and nibble on my empty line. Figures he would show up when I didn't have a hook. Just call me the fish whisperer.