THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
FISHING WITH FROG…again
FISHING WITH FROG…again
Frog, Catfish, Cranky, Marty (out of action this year)
After a two
year (I think) layoff, I am returning once again to the annual Western Maryland
fishing trip.If you are a glutton for
punishment or a big time fly fishing fan, my previous posts relating to this
event are here:
stayed away the last two years for two reasons.
1.I was too fat to fish.I know that is Artie Lange’s book title, but
it applies to fly fishing, you have to be in at least fair shape for this
2.And (You need to read this in a
Seinfeldian "Hello Newman!" way)…“Catfish!”“Catfish” is also known as Roy or FTD for
Fish until Dark because when there is a hatch he will FTD.I am fished out by 5pm, Roy will fish until 9pm
while I hang around the stream like a whiney little bitch and make all the true
Anyway, I’ve lost a few pounds and am ready to fish, or what
passes for fishing, and I have been assured that Catfish is getting too old to
FTD.No; and I didn’t buy that bridge
to Brooklyn either, but with GPS I can take a second car to the stream and find
my way back to the cabin all by my big boy self if I have to.
So I will undoubtedly be posting about this trip.For those of you who care to follow here is a
list of characters:
Bill to many, Mr. Douwes to neighborhood five year olds, Frog
to us, is an almost retired Teacher/ Public Relation Specialist/ Police -Computer
Crime Predictor.Except for my Dad, my
brothers, and Frog’s Dad, Frog is the smartest person I’ve ever known.He knows something about any subject.Frog even knows stuff about stuff he knows
nothing about.As an expert on
everything from mountain climbing to playing the bagpipes, Frog is an expert
Mr. GUY (No Picture available)
Al to many, Mr. Guy to neighborhood five years olds, Mr. Guy
to us, is the owner of the cabin by the lake where we stay.He is the owner; that is why he is Mr.
Guy.Sometimes we just yell “Hey Guy!”
Mr. Guy is an outdoorsman/ graphic artist/ semi hippie. He is also known as
“Friend of Frog.”Frog has a friend
anywhere he needs a place to stay.All
across this country there are Motel 6’s and there are also “Friends of
Frog.”Frog has never paid to stay
anywhere in this country.Mr. Guy is an
expert fly fisherman.
Gilbert to many, Mr. Shill to neighborhood five year olds,
Buddy to us, is a lawyer who refuses to retire.Buddy has been on this trip for five years.He started as a fly fishing newbie, but as a
bulldog who throws himself into anything he does, he is by now an expert fly
Roy to many, Mr. Miller to neighborhood five year olds,
Catfish to us, is a retired Delaware Fish and Games person.He might have been a big shot in this field…I
think he was.Catfish has been fly
fishing since he could walk.He always
catches fish.Compared to Catfish, those
above are total amateurs.He is a great
guy, but at 8:00 pm, after fishing since 10 am, I call him,
“CATFISH!!”(Once again, think Seinfeld and ‘Newman!’.”)
Joe to many, Hey You to neighborhood five year olds, Hog Jowls
to all of the above, Jerk to my wife and Cranky to blog readers, is not a fly
fisherman.If I do catch anything, I
squeal like a little girl and ruin the stream for everyone else.I have only the equipment that Frog allows me
to borrow.I have lost a fly rod, broken a
fly rod, and I can find my way from the stream to our car by following the flies
I’ve snagged in the trees.I am not a
fly fishing expert.I am only invited
because I tell Frog I like the bagpipes…I don’t.
That is the cast of characters.I hope you enjoy the posts that follow.