Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Oh! What a Tangled Web We Weave
If ever a single image captured the essence of a fishing trip, the picture above perfectly and succinctly summarizes my first outing of this new year, 2011. Please, please, please may it not be a sign of things to come. Come to think of it, it's certainly a sign of things past - but one can always hope for some improvement.
And I wish I could say that it was the only tangle for the day, but it was actually just one of my better efforts. It was the kind of bird's nest that drives one to ponder whether to:
A) spend a half-hour solving the puzzle
B) take the nippers to the whole mess and start with a new leader, or
C) pitch the entire shooting match, rod and all, into the deepest hole and take up golf
As tempting as option C was, I went with A. The time was not an issue - I wasn't catching fish anyway.
How did I make such a mess? One word. Nymphing. (As you read that word, imagine the venomous tone of Jerry Seinfeld saying "Newman" and you get an idea of where I'm coming from.) Nymphing. It's said that if you are not hanging on the bottom semi-regularly, you're not getting deep enough. Well, I was definitely getting deep enough. And the recoil of the clearance of a few of those snags came just a little too close. At least it wasn't a new body piercing.
Do I like nymphing? Not particularly. I'd rather be throwing a streamer. I know. That's blasphemous for a trout fisherman, but then calling me a trout fisherman is a bit of a stretch anyway. And as much as I hate it, nymphing's the way to go this time of year. It's what works.
Just not yesterday.