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Default Re: Too much attention to distance?

Hi MikeG,

Before moving away from the Valley Forge, PA area, I used to flyfish for
smallmouth on the Schuylkill River. The stretch I fished was inaccesible on
the good side, and required wading in fast moving water from the very shallow
side. It was accessible by canoe or jet boat, but would have required running
two sets of rapids I was not comfortable with...at all. Anyway, the shallow
side of the river went from 1-2 feet deep, right up to the top of my chestwaders, and then to my ankles. It was in the ankle deep water that
I could finally cast at least 45'-50' and catch smallmouth.

One day, I saw a guy show up with an 8wt outfit, and he only had to wade
up to his waist, using a double haul to just reach the bass. Hmmm....where's
the lightbulb smilie ? I went to the local shop, and bought a 9' 6wt (had
been using a 8'6" 5wt), and learned to double haul. I used that outfit for
the next few years, and never had to wade up to my nipples again. Hits could
be vague, so every vague bump was treated like I was setting the hook. I
caught fish, while others didn't (most were bait or spin fishermen though).

Here's a funny wading story from my pre-double-haul days. I was out on the
Schuylkill River (same spot), and said to my wife, "I'm reaching that other
side, no mater what!" Well, I knew where the channels and sandbars were,
and it hadn't rained for a while, so I picked my way across to with 75 feet of
the far bank. I never looked back, and hooked a couple of smallmouth. It
was getting dark (the smallmouth ate dinner at around 7:20pm in the summer)
and then I finally turned around to look at the shallow side of the river.
It was like a scene from a Hitchcock movie ! Everything seemed to move further away, and the bread crumb trail I left had washed away. I went
deeper than on the trip over, and held my vest up like a bride's gown. After
reaching the the halfway point, I was certain as to where the sandbars were,
but then the spool detached from my reel! I was chest deep, and had to
retrieve the spool by pulling off all the fly line and backing, until it finally
lifted off the bottom. With this mess in hand, I navigated the rest of trip
without incident...well...my wife was wondering why I decided to strip everything off the spool .

Do whatever it takes !
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