 Is This A Dry Town Or What? Dry Fly Paradise
Posted by greg on July 03, 2004
(1997 reads)
Jeremy and I arrived at Shawmut. We looked at the water and I was a little doubtful as to the outcome of the days fishing. I don't care what this young man uses for a fly, they come to him. I believe he was a fish in a previous life. As I crossed the river,( wondering which hole would be my final resting place), I noticed a barely noticable sluuurp. I was being mocked by a sardonic, fined sophister. As the Sun was going down these small swirls got more plentiful and spread out. I had lost a couple of fish in the time it took me to sort out the Hatch, small BWO, Golden stones, caddis # 16, and Jeremy had caught 3 fish. I finally got one to hand and Jeremy came up took one cast and so did he. I am going to start
calling him Mr. Limpet, you know the Don Knots movie.
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