THE
REEL THING April
2002
We
would like to take this opportunity to welcome two more fellows aboard, Jay
Hackney and Joseph Rogers. Jay is
proving to be one of the most ardent members that we have ever had in the
club. He lives in Peterborough
and commutes weekly to both our Tuesday evening shop nights and the gym,
Thursdays, for casting practice and instruction, even driving through a
horrendous freezing rain and snow storm on one occasion.
Peterborough is approximately eighty miles from Scarborough, almost
twice as far a hike as that made from Hamilton by another of our more remote
members, Hans Eckhart,. I would
like to hear from any other clubs that have members who commute regularly from as far as
these gentlemen. We do have other
members from even further away, but seldom actually see them.
Joseph
hooked up with us after a fly fishing trip for bonefish in the Bahamas when he
discovered his casting lacked the expertise to put his fly out far enough to
get into the really heavy action that others were experiencing. He explained it to me, this way, “They were using something
called a ‘double haul’ and
tossing their flies more than 60 or 70 feet.
Will you fellows be able to teach me how to do that if I join your
club?”
When
we demonstrated that simply using only the tip section of his rod and
employing the double haul, we could easily cast that distance and considerably
more, Joseph immediately asked, “All right, where do I sign up?”
His ambition is to get back to the Bahamian bonefish flats with the
same fellow who was out-casting him badly on his first trip there and show him
a thing or two about fly casting. With his enthusiasm and fellows like Jim
Lloyd, Ashok Kalle and Paul Kennedy and Paul Quarrington in the club to teach
him the mechanics, we are certain he’ll achieve his motive in short order.
Paul
Becker and I had a great day of fishing up on the Saugeen a couple of weeks
ago after we had been assured by good friend, great member and superb
fisherman, Rick Matusiak that the river was inundated with rainbows and we
would have to be careful that we didn’t snag them there were so many.
Well the fishing was great all right, but the catching was a complete
blank. A couple of feet of snow
the day before had cooled the water so much the ‘bows had moved right out of
the river and back to the lake. It
was a shame because this was Paul’s first fishing trip ever and after what
we had heard about the river, he had promised his wife, Karen, trout for
supper. He assured us that he
did, indeed, have a great day of fishing anyhow and learned quite a bit about the fishing - if
not the catching. Next time
Paul!
With
all the streams about to become open to legal fishing in a couple of weeks,
everybody is furiously readying their gear for the assault, studying maps,
checking their dream catchers and, of course, the regulations.
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