Mar 23, 2009
I finally did it, followed by injury
After a long winter, a few practice sessions and a couple close calls I have finally landed a bass with my fly rod. Today I was on jury duty, then got to Banner Marsh in time to squeeze in about two hours of fishing before dusk. It was windy, which isn't good for amature fly anglers, more on that in a minute. I started out with a jigfly and pig, got a nibble with that but then nothing. I switched to a purple and yellow Mad Tom thinking those fish might have never seen one. When the thing struck I knew what to do: set the hook. After setting the hook, I realized I wasn't using a spinning reel and stood there for a second trying to remember how to work that contraption. Luckily this beauty had cold water in her veins and the fight was uneventful, she didn't even surface. Here she is again, look at that belly.
Now, about the wind. It was gusty, not windy but gusty. Wind makes fly fishing a little unpredictable, especially when the angler is new. During this outing I hit myself in the back of the ear and wrapped my leader around my head (two loops around). I discovered that if I ducked at the right time I could avoid getting hit in the back of the head. Then, not long after catching the fish, my Mad Tom assaulted me from the front and left me with a story to tell coworkers. If you have ever wondered what a hook wound looks like on a face, today is your lucky day. You might have to click to see a bigger version.
This one is minor, but it did make me think. Next trip I'll be sporting my new fishing accessory:
PS. I tried to get the successful fly in the pic, but it didn't really turn out. If you're interested the Mad Tom was made with a purple zonker strip, yellow bucktail, and white barbell eyes on a #1 hook. It's the smallest one I have, better make some more.