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Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Fishing with Frog 2015
Fishing with Frog 2015
Frog on the right...it was getting lonely
Last week I
went on a traditional fly-fishing trip with my friend Frog and old fraternity brothers
Catfish and Buddy along with friend of Frog Al Guy.
I arrived at
Frogs Tuesday night; the rest of the guys came the next day at 12:00.We had a quick lunch and left for the cabin
on Deep Water Lake in western Maryland.We then fished the Cassleman River, a nice stream to which a friendly
Mennonite family is nice enough to allow fisherman access through their farm.
The four of
us, all one year away from the big 7-0, are not without senior issues.Frog has to be careful of a bad back.Buddy has a similar back problem.I need to take it easy on my arthritic hip.
to lookout for Kryptonite.
Cassleman is a nice stream, relatively easy to wade through and fish.Catfish and I worked a pool upstream.Frog and Buddy fished downstream.Miracle of miracles, I caught the first fish,
a nice 10 inch brown.If you looked
closely, the fish appeared to be wearing a tiny fish dunce cap…not sure what
that meant.It would be my last fish for
the next day and a half.Catfish went on
to catch four rainbows, a slow day for him.Frog caught two rainbows, Buddy one.All in all a good day made even better when we decided to head to dinner
at the local Uno’s before sunset.So far
Catfish was good on his word to not demand that we fish till dark.
up a dawn and fishing at the dock for smallmouth bass while everyone else was
just waking up and popping Advil.He
caught three and a large sunny.
was the traditional visit to “Little Sandy’s” where the waitress keeps the
coffee pouring and calls everyone Honey.We old farts like to be called Honey.
the Savage River till 2pm.This river is
as hard to fish as the name would imply.It has fast moving water, slippery rocks, hidden pools, and overhanging
trees to snatch your fly mid-cast.I
worked a spot with Frog trying to land an actively feeding trout.This fish wanted nothing to do with anything
I put in front of him.I retreated back
to the car for refreshments and left the reticent fish for Frog.It was then that I realized I had misplaced
the car keys.
everywhere.I thought I left them on a
rock while Frog distracted me with his expertise on catching the rising
were not to be found.At this point,
Frog hooked the fish.
“Hey Jowls, I got him.”
I did not
want to ruin his adrenalin high with news that we were stuck on the Savage
until I called my wife and she drove from Jersey with a spare key.
I believe I
might have muttered the “F” word a few times.
broke the news,
“Besides a serious accident, what is
the worst thing that could happen today?”
“You lost your cell phone?”
“Worse, I lost the car keys.”
“You mean these that you left on the
rock?” He said as he pulled the keys out of his waders.
“Never mind.” That was twenty minutes of my life
ruined for no reason.
was not going to be stranded on the Savage was the high point of the morning
for me, I caught zero fish, but at least I didn’t lose my keys.
I did hook a
tree branch with my best cast of the day, lost three fly’s to poor knot tying
and almost lost half of my pole when it flew off on another bad cast.The only good thing was no one was around to
witness my incompetence.
afternoon, after a Mickey D lunch, we fished the upper Potomac from the West
Virginia side.This is a tough
river.The water moves fast, and the
rocks are round and slippery…almost impossible to walk on.Catfish caught a rainbow after a three fish
catch on the Savage.Frog, Buddy and I
caught sore muscles and strained backs.
by cabin owner Al Guy.
the “Yonk,” short for what the Indians named the
The Yonk is
a nice stream, relatively easy to wade through, and chock full of fish.Particularly fun is when they release water
from the above damn with no warning.The
sudden sound of rushing water and watching rocks slip below the water tells you
to get the hell to high land.Al “Mr.
Guy” was caught in the middle of the stream with hip boots, not full waders.He barely made it back before his boots
filled with water and ambulation was made impossible.This is the second time the Yonk has almost
drowned us all.We may not fish it
afternoon we went back to the Cassleman.I fished a sweet spot up river with Al.The area was loaded with trout that did not like anything we offered
them.After hours of trying, Al did
catch four rainbows.Surprisingly enough
I caught one small rainbow.
caught a boatload of trout.He was most
excited about a “Fall Fish.” This species is usually considered a junk fish,
but Catfish is having a contest at his local club for who can catch the most
species on a fly this year.The Fallfish
was his nineteenth specie.
several fish and Buddy also landed two, including the largest of the week.
I am not a
patient man.Patience and perseverance
is in high demand for fly-fishing.Combining my demeanor with my poor skills I never expect to catch a fish on
these trips.Actually catching a fish
always is a shock.
made a short visit to Beaver Creek and caught nothing before calling the trip
over…well Catfish did catch several but we stopped counting his total.
has been better in other years, though if I catch anything I consider it a success.The camaraderie, the laughs, the telling of
stories and the memories make the aches and pains almost worthwhile.I hope to join this group again next year…(Marty,
you better get in shape and join next year as well.)
learned several things on this trip.It
is much easier to thread a tiny filament of a fishing line into a near
invisible fishhook eyelet when you don’t have cataracts, few things are as
wonderful as a hot shower after three days of hiking and fishing, and a fart
when wearing waders stays with you for a long time.