02-02-2012, 12:24 PM
Re: First fish on a fly
My first was when I was 7
My family was camped on the shore of Mooselookmeguntic Lake in Rangeley Maine. On the way north my father had filled my head with the fly fishing history of the area, home to famous fly dressers like Carrie Stevens and Herb Welsh. I knew that if I was going to catch a fish on a fly, this was the place to do it.
My mother was knitting a wool sweater so I absconded with a short length of yarn and carefully wound and knotted it onto a bait hook.
I remember then sneaking around the backside of the tent, grabbing my father's rod (a POS Conolon) and making my way down to the lakeshore before anyone saw me.
I knotted my "fly'' on and began flailing the water.
I don't know how it happened, I should have scared every creature for miles, but I soon caught a fish. A rainbow smelt
Funny how you remember these things
The simpler the outfit, the more skill it takes to manage it, and the more pleasure one gets in his achievements.” --- Horace Kephart