I was emailing a bud and this story came up so i thought I'd share. It was one of those special moments.
I have a favorite little spot at one of my stops up north. A small private farm pond that hardly gets fished. it covers over with lilly pads in july. It might not have the biggest bass ever but they never see a lure so they are none the wiser. i love to fly fish there and look forward to hours of uninterupted solitude with all my little bits of feather and fur. that is where I took my first mouse flies and frog flies that i tied. It was early evening. that special time when the wind dies down and all the little critters start to stir and fish start to hunt. It was my first mouse fly i was tossing out on my first cast of the day. I'm not real good so it takes me a few casts to get it out there. anyway as it floated to the waters surface a big ole bass came clear up out of the water and took it before it ever got wet! I was hooked on fly fishing and tying flies forever. i don't get to use that stuff much but i love to use it there. it is in an open field so there are no hang up to snag on. I should be there in under a month. hee hee. can't wait. I hope to maybe compete while there. the pan fish are unbelieveable! some of the biggest I have ever seen and i'll take them on flies. like feeding candy to babies.
I can remember it in my head like it was yesterday and I love to replay it in slow motion in my minds eye. It is one of those moments between you and mother nature. the ones one else is witness too. those personal gems you set in your soul. Tight Lines to All.
Brenda
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