New things popping off as my learning of the Flies increases. Of course, this week's lesson came from an old fisherman, on the river, seemingly happy to just be there to share the knowledge with other fishermen. I had seen him several times before at Saxton Falls and had passing exchanges, pleasantries, what fly was hot, and the fish's depth, but had never fished with him. When I got to the Dam, he was all the way in the corner fishing the foam. It was a hot and humid day, so I figured the fish would be deep. I began to fish towards the far bank where there is a deep cut. It was working, but not. As you can see, this Smallie is foul hooked!
Wrong species, foul hooked, it wasn't looking like it was gonna be a good day for me. I kept on flogging that trench and adding to my frustration with Sunnies, Smallies, and Chubs. Billy, the old fisherman who everybody calls Mike, must have noticed my frustration and mercifully called me over. He asked what I was using. I had size 20 Copper John.