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02-18-2000 05:57 PM
juro
RE:The wierdest thing ....

One day my freind and I are wading the shoreline on Walden Pond in search of rising trout. This is early 80's, maybe 1983. I spot a very strange white/silver eel, very thick and about 4 feet in length. It lay curled on the bottom as I cautiously walked over. It didn't stir as I got close enough to poke at it, in fact it almost seemed as curious about me as I was about it. I proclaimed this discovery to Brian, who looked at me like I had two heads. I can only imagine how it must have sounded... "hey Brian - a white four foot eel! It's not afraid of me, in fact I think it's looking up at me!".

At least ten years later, I'm living in Seattle and another good friend sends me a news article from the Boston Globe "Amazing White Eel of Walden". Some angler had caught it and brought the spectacle to the attention of the newspaper. Apparently it was born in the Sargasso sea thousands of miles away and may have made it's way into Walden by navigating over a flood area that may have existed before we built the area around the pond up. The article did not say how old the eel was, but it was approx four feet long when I saw it ten years before the angler caught it. I still have the article somewhere if I can dig it up, and the Globe must have it in archive.

Anyway, it's sad that the eel had to become a dead artifact in order for people to appreciate it's miraculous appearance in Walden. I would rather take the mystery to my grave than kill it to ponder it's history.
02-18-2000 03:08 PM
trutta
RE:The wierdest thing ....

Well, this is semy weird. It happened about 15 to 20 years ago. I was drifting the St. Lawrence river with a friend in his boat with <gasp... choke> spinner packs! We were drifting at a good clip with the current when my friend gets a nice smallmouth on. I retrieved my line and let the spinner pack and garden hackle just dangle barely above the water, and grabbed the video camera. As I'm shooting video, I can see his bass clearly in the water and a couple of other smallies following the hooked fish (always wondered why the do that). In any case, as the fish approach the boat I see through the viewfinder that a rather large trailer turns around in the current... the next thing the video image catches is the splash my spin outfit makes as it dissapears in the turbulent St. Lawrence waters after having the spinner pack and worm snatched by the marauding smallie. I think that is the last time I spin fished in my life 8^)
02-18-2000 01:45 PM
Lefty
RE:The wierdest thing ....

Well, this was mildly strange.

I was heading to the cape to stay at grandmas house on Bass River. The year was '93 or '94. I decided I might try some SWFF and mentioned it to my neighbor. Knowing I had no heavy weight rods he said "here...take my 9 wt. See how you like it". Since the stripers had been gone for so many years I decided it was a long shot to actually fish in the river. Yet I decided what the heck I will get in the rowboat, row across and do some wading and casting into the channel by this bridge (Highbank Rd.) I actually thought that if anybody saw me fishing there that they would think me a fool since the river had been dead for so long. I was basically feelin a bit foolish. I pictured folks looking with binoculars from their patios saying" hey Martha.. get a load of this idiot..doesn't he know there's nothin in here?"
Anyway,I had a little bit of a row to do so I figured what the heck, might as well troll the streamer behind the boat
just in case. Now I really felt stupid but...got to fish. I let out some line, loosely set the rod down on the seat beside me, and rowed on. All of a sudden, the line goes tight, and the rod starts bouncing down the boat, clunk! clink! slam.. and went up and over the transom heading for sinkville. I drop the oars and dove just catching the end of the grip. I stood up and started fighting what turned out to be a 20" striper. God was I surprised. I stumbled onto this reborn fishery with, of course, a white deceiver. The rub is this: I go back every year about 3 times and I have not been able to be more productive than this method: rowing and trolling white deceivers. Nothing beats it. I've tried everything in my bag of tricks to date. Last year I tried with a motor boat and it seemd to put them down completely. It's as if the fish gods say: "ahem you're not rowing and trolling white deceivers..no fish for you 1 week"
Maybe this year with a QD (quick decent) sink tip line and some crab patterns. I dunno.
So basically I stumbled onto it, and can not do ONE THING to improve it. It is a gift and stays exactly how it was given to me.
Some days I can crank in up to a dozen nice schoolies in an hour. 22" is the biggest so far.
02-18-2000 12:51 PM
bigcat988
RE:The wierdest thing ....

Several years ago I was stalking bonefish on foot. I had to make a long rounabout stalk the fish were really piging out on crabs in about a foot of water. I was just about in position to cast I had my target locked in this fish was mine? Then all of a sudden the fish spook and are off like a shot. I look up to the beach and I see my friend throwing rocks at the fish I yell what the #@%@% are you doing ? The answer was I was trying to get the fish a little closer to you Grrrrrr.
02-18-2000 12:07 PM
Hawkeye
The wierdest thing ....

On this soon to be stormy winter day I thought it might be fun to share some of our strangest flyfishing experiences.

My strangest flyfishing experience took place three years ago on the Crooked River outside Prineville OR. The Crooked is a marvelous tailwater fishery and as a bonus it is about a half hour from some of the best sport rock climbing in America. Each May I take a few days for a combo rock climbing/fishing trip and it is a great combination I highly recommend.

The sun had set and the light was fading fast as I waded across some flat water just above a beautiful riffle. About half way across I noticed the fish were starting to rise and when I reached the bank it had turned into the closest thing trout get to a blitz. Dinner and camp would have to wait and though I could barely see I began casting a midge pattern to the myriad of swirls in front of me. It was a bit frustrating competing with all the naturals but I managed to fool a couple. As I released what would be the last fish of the day my fishing partner Walt walked up the high bank behind me and told me he was heading in to cook dinner. ďOne more cast and Iíll join youĒ I said as I made a few false casts. I laid the line out but before the fly hit the water a bat swooped down and snatched it up. As I mentioned, it was pretty dark and I didnít notice this event until my leader and line started levitating. I stripped in the line until I had the bat doing circles ten feet over my head and Walt was rolling on the ground in hysterics. Soon the bat grew tired and fluttered ungracefully to the water and I still had no idea what to do about this creature of the night at the end of my line. After a few moments I figured the hook was so small that I couldnít have hooked it too badly so I gave the rod a quick snap and popped the hook out. The bat flopped in the water a bit then rose up and flew into the night. The only thing that could have made the experience wackier was if a nice big rainbow had decided the bat looked like dinner.

So thatís my Twilight Zone flyfishing episode. Letís hear yours.

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