The Line and Sinker

This morning Dave and I were able to go to a nearby nature center to fish for a bit. Well, he fished; I worked on my fly-casting. Next week we go to Minnesota, since I now have a flyrod, I will need to do a bit of flyfishing. I don't want to embarrass myself with poor casting--granted my family will know little about my casting form, but I do need to be able to sortof cast.

There is so much to remember when casting a flyrod. You have to keep your arm next to your body. You must remember to flick your wrist at the appropriate parts of the cast. You have to remember to let the line unfurl behind you before you begin to cast it forward. And, I'm sure there's other stuff to remember that I don't even recall or know about right now. Dave tells me that I have a nice loop on my line; I'll take him at his word.

As for Dave's fishing . . . it's been raining here forever it seems. We went fishing between rain showers today. At Dave's first spot, he was unsuccessful. Then, when we walked over to a little riffle where water was moving from one pond to another, he caught the bass shown below.