Tally-hog

Nome - Flygal - July 31st, 2008 · No Comments

Well, my neighbor’s grandson (who is an avid fly fisher) is over from across the big pond and this morning we got a chance to fish Moody.

It was an active morning with all the thunder rolling around us and casting in between the burst of storms during the torrential rains we really don’t need (hint to mother N).

Jonathan is a real trooper and fared the couple of inches quite well. It was all exciting to him as it was the first time fishing in the rain with storms all around us. Funny thing this year’s weather patterns have been the T-storms go north and south of my town. Fine with me…

So we started out fishing dries and the giant drops of rain quickly sank them, so we stripped them in and were getting hits and landed a few.

I tied two yaks together and played guide as one rod would get bolloxed up I’d hand him another rod rigged ready to go. I wasn’t sure how much time we would have on the water, the storms could push us off at any moment, so wanted him to wet a line as long as he could.

Well the monster brownie hit like a Mack truck and sent his reel screaming. His 11year old eyes almost popped out of his head. I told him keep the tension up and let him run. He was trembling with excitement and his face was so serious when we caught sight of the brute with it’s huge tail, fin and head - I nearly fell out of my yak laughing. He worked this hog in and it got to within inches of the net and big brown with an attitude threw the hook. What was his response? “That was bloody rubbish” That's some funny S***

We had great laughs and eruptions of exuberance when the downpours kicked in and we were soaked to the bone. It was a great morning and I’m sure he will remember that brownie for quite some time. I have a number of pics, but I feel this one says it all.