Late summer fishing means to me….
1.) Tiny-Ass flies.
•Those size 16 pheasant tails are a thing of the past. Try a little size 20 Juju Bateis in black to get some action.You probably better not mess around, just go size 22, and call it good. My husband ties a mean sparkle butt, I better go put an order in! Good thing his new glasses just came in the mail.
2.) Fishing from a cup.
• Look, I have been guiding for two and a half months NON-STOP. All the good flies are one of the 3 cups in my vest or in my pocket in a fourth “fancy” cup that has a magnet on the bottom. If you want to know what’s NOT working, look in my fly box.
3.) I am a salty pirate.
• I have my guide speech down to a science. This time of year it’s filled with LOTS of examples of what not to do based on what I have been seeing on the river. That hook set the other day that was so “good?” that my client ripped the eye out of the fish instead of catching it .. well you get the point. Bring your sense of humor! I love my job, and I love a little WTF? humor.
4.) wet-wading!
• My Dosha is on fire, and it’s time to cool off. NOTE: you may need to google dosha.
5.) I don’t have a phone.
• I was rocking the punishment phone for a while. A punishment phone is what comes after you drop your second i-phone in the river. Well, it’s late-summer and I fell in the river a few days ago, and there went the punishment phone along with my dreams of making it to my upgrade. What the heck, you can’t be good at everything. I’d rather be good at fishing.