Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Revenge Fishing

OK, short reminder of the last post. Out at the Trout Pond, had two good hits and broke off the pink/black Wooly Bugger on both.
Just a reminder of what the pink/black Wooly Bugger looks like
Reminder, we have our house on the market and all my fly tying gear is in storage. Took my pretty new truck over to the storage to get said fly tying gear.

Pretty new truck
Got the box home and it was only half of the tying gear. Back in the pretty new truck the next day to storage for the other box. Forgot it was in two boxes.

Got to storage and decided to turn around before getting said second box. There is enough space between the buildings for the truck and about 18" on each side. Pulling out, managed to hit one of those yellow, cement filled, posts that they put there to keep you from hitting the building. Smunched the pretty new truck. Guess that will take care of the crying. 

Smunched truck
With second box in the truck and a pelethora of four letter words used to describe my mood, I headed home.

Now, to the title of this post. Here is where my thinking is. The fish broke the leader and took the only two pink/black Wooly Buggers I had, thus making me go to the storage to get my fly tying gear and causing me to hit the yellow post. It was all the fishes fault. Therefore I was planning to hit the Trout Pond today and get revenge.

I tied up four pink/black Wooly Buggers, a couple of pinkies (courtesy of Alan at Small Stream  Reflections for reminding me of them), and a couple pinkie variants (pinkie with white palmered hackle, I didn't have any pink).

I would have loaded the truck with the float tube and fishing gear yesterday, but something made me wait. It was a good thing because around 3:30 yesterday afternoon we got hail, lots of hail.   

Lots of hail
Loaded up and at the Trout pond at 9:15 this morning, I flippered in the direction of the other side where the previously mentioned fish problem occurred.

Headed way over there
I flippered and stripped all over that side of the pond. I got one bump on the pink/black Wooly Bugger and one on the pinkie. That was it for several hours of stripping.

Yours truly
It wasn't because there weren't fish there. They planted yesterday. It was that I couldn't catch one for the life of me. I even went to the ever faithful Thin Mint to no avail.

Around 11:30 I gave up with the float tube and headed over to the camping side of the lake where those there were pulling in trout by the dozens. I put out one rod with Power Bait and my little Okuma with the pink Kastmaster. Still I didn't get so much as a driveby. Oh, they were catching all around me, but not me.

This is not me catching a fish.

Nor is this
This is a different one than the picture above

Not me either
See, everyone is catching but me. This was a very serious hit to my ego and you know that Leo's have a big ego. My wife tells me that my head is so fat that it's a wonder I can get through a door.

To put this in perspective, I am deflated and humbled. If I get another chance, I'll be right back there shortly to kick some trout butt. I've got some ideas.


  1. Oh man, that's a bad day. The only thing you got a hit on was your truck. Hang in there!

  2. Oh man, that's a bad day. The only thing you got a hit on was your truck. Hang in there!

  3. Uh oh. Those trout are in trouble your next time out.

  4. Oh man, that's a bummer about the truck. I'm surprised the home general let you take it out again. Give em hell Harry!

  5. Ouch. The pendulum will swing back again.

  6. Why are new vehicles a target?
    I'm going to tie a few of those buggers, and try them here.

  7. Yup, I think it was karma, Mark. It's the only thing that makes sense of what happened to the truck and to the angler in the Cumberland. Nice that you didn't go all ballistic on those that were having fun, though...................

  8. Mark
    Patience is what you practice every time you are on the water, and this trip had the big "P" written all over it. "Man" I really hate the brush with the post, I know that made you sick to scuff that new truck. Any interest in your house?