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Monday, June 13, 2022

FISHING WITH FROG one more time


FISHING WITH FROG one more time

Frog, Catfish, Cranky, Marty filling in for Joby (we're not so good at taking pictures.)

Readers of this blog that have been with me since the beginning may be familiar with the “Fishing With Frog” series.  These posts detail the many annual fly-fishing trips with old, and I mean old, fraternity brothers in various Western Maryland streams.  There have been several characters, but every year includes Frog, and Catfish.

My last trip was in 2016, I have been missing due to previous engagements, aching bones, and Covid, but in 2022 I returned.

If you have any interest in previous posts, and they are actually reasonably entertaining if you have no life, go to the upper left corner where the little spyglass thing is and type “Fishing with Frog.”  All the posts along with their links will magically appear.


This years trip, along with Frog and Catfish was Joe to most, Joby to us and Mr. Cady to neighborhood 8-year-olds.

We left on Wednesday morning for a 5-hour drive and stayed at a very nice soup to nuts condo/cabin that Catfish found.  It took twenty minutes and a lot of cussing before Frog mastered the complicated 6 numeric entry code and we were in.  I did say we were old, didn’t I?

As soon as we unpacked it was off to the first stream.  I caught no fish; I did manage to lose my wading stick which made getting back to dry land a bit dicey…I survived. Frog caught three rainbow trout, and Catfish nailed two fish, one a very large rainbow. 

Joby had little luck.

The next day we tried a new stream.  It looked nice, but there were no fish.  I know there were no fish because Catfish did not catch any fish.  Frog sometimes does not catch a fish, if Catfish gets skunked, it is because there were no fish.  That afternoon we retuned to the first stream.  No bueno. I think Catfish caught one.

Friday, we tried a stream a bit further away that Catfish, based on previous trips, was convinced would not have any trout.

Catfish was wrong. 

There were fish.  He caught several, even an elusive golden trout, as did Frog.  I believe Joby got a few as well, me not so much.  I did however manage to not lose a single fly either by a birds-nest cast or a snagged tree branch.  This was a victory for me. 

Before we broke for lunch, Catfish called me over to a productive spot, demonstrated a new technique, and tied on a new fly.

With his tutoring I caught three small mouth bass and a croaker.  Actually, Catfish caught the first fish while demonstrating how to present the fly, but he quick handed me the rod to reel it in, promising not to tell any one I did not hook it. 

We did get a picture.

There is too a fish in that net!

As many times as I have gone fishing, I am always shocked to actually catch a fish. 

We left the stream for a lunch break and returned later.

Frog and I tried a new spot on the stream.  It was not very deep.  The rocks were slick.  I know it was not too deep because the damn slick rocks caused me to do a full-on face plant into the stream…twice.  That was the end for me.  I returned to our car and climbed out of my waders and tried to dry off…not very successfully.  Oh, BTW I lost my driving glasses on the second slip.

I finished the day while the others ran into some very good dry-fly fishing, with a nice cigar which I smoked down further than a hobo and listened to the Yankee game on the radio.

Later, a shower, some scotch and a steak never tasted so good.

That is the thing about fishing, especially fly-fishing.  Part of it is fun, much is really hard and tiring, a whole lot is frustrating as heck, especially for a nubie like myself; but a shower will never feel better and a cigar, scotch and steak could never taste as good.

Will I do it again next year?  

Kind of like a woman who just had a baby…no way…

Then, you forget the difficulty, the frustration and the unplanned-on swim.  Eventually the thought of actually catching a fish, and the taste of a steak, scotch and a good cigar kicks in.

Like a woman who amazingly enough will have another baby, I suspect I will do it all over again. (The fishing trip that is!)    





  1. Congrats on your cigar, scotch, and steak! Oh, and your fish, too.

  2. What a fantastic fish story. And you even caught fish.

  3. Hey, I saw the fish! Frustration aside, sounds like fun. Did you find your glasses?

  4. Taking your word there is a fish in that net:) Seriously though, in spite of the dunking and lost glasses, sounds like fun. At least the company was great, food, beverage, and cigar ( had to laugh at your hobo reference) were excellent so it is definitely due for a repeat.

  5. The thrill is when you actually catch a fish.

  6. Sorry about the driving glasses, but hey! You caught fish!

  7. Time spent with good friends, funny memories, good food, and good fish stories is time well spent! Sorry about the glasses. For some reason the face of Mr. Limpet just came into my mind with those glasses on!

    1. I don't know why it came up's me, YaYa!

  8. Sometimes, too, the point is being with friends.

    The reason you need a vacation is because your wife still works and needs the vacation, unless she has retired recently, and she loves for her sweetheart to be there with her.

    1. she got retired by the Covid thing, but it is nice to have a change of venue.

  9. This was a fun read especially since I am “hooked” to Catfish!! It was great to just spend some time with you and Mrs Cranky.

  10. Sorry you had to take a dip and lost your reading glasses. Maybe next year you can catch a fish, but perhaps you shouldn't be traipsing around on slippery rocks. Put up those wading boots and fish from the shore or a boat..

    My fishing experience began with a cane pole, graduated to a casting rod, all from the bank, but such long lovely afternoons catching not a lot of fish. Then, a few years later neighbors took me out fly fishing from a boat with them and I really enjoyed that experience. We always ate any fish we caught.
    I never again had an opportunity to go fishing and am not likely to do so now.