What the Tuck?

17 02 2009

Yes, sports fans I am referring to the mighty Tuckasseeggee (I always forget how many ee’s, ss’s , and gg’s are in that word so I have added extra to cover my bases) River in beautiful Jackson County NC, affectionately referred to as the Tuck by most everyone ’round them parts.  Sorry for the colloquialism but I am southern and never feel like I can get away with writing southern without sounding like a jackass, but I digress.  Yesterday I was propositioned by my boss to join a shop flotilla on the Tuck.  As I am new to the shop and jockeying for days I graciously accepted the invitation to row some folks around  and maybe even get to see a fish or two as there were three guides, a fine bamboo rod maker, a fly shop owner, and a board member of our local TU on the boats.  The day started off as usual in February on the Tuck; cold, slow, and waiting on water.  Duke Power had said they were running the big generator and yesterday they actually did it.  The sun shines on every dog’s ass one day, or so the saying goes. We pushed the boats through the top section picking off a few fish along the way.  It was at this point of the trip that the ‘boo rod maker on the boat proceeds to tie on a fly that I was not familiar with.  I caught a fleeting glimpse of something fuscia but my mind was a flutter and I let it go.  Well he starts sticking fish at a higher rate than the other chaps and I ask what in the hell is that pink thing he is throwing.  I get a mumbled response which I press him on.  Well, I will just say that this man, that crafts beautifully expensive bamboo fly rods, was throwing a certain plastic product that the trout love and that comes in all different flavors including root beer and candy corn.  When I remark on the hilarity of what is transpiring in front of me, he looks at me with a smile and tells me, “It’s February, these are stockers, and I like catching fish.”  

The moral of this story is let’s not shame anyone for how they go about catching a fish on a fly rod.  To all you guys that have spent countless hours at the vise tying up the ultimate pellet fly, or even for you guys out in WY that chum up the water in the elk refuge by kicking up hoppers  (you know who you are, I saw you do it last summer you slimy bastard)…..REJOICE!!! Let there be no shame it’s all just fishing in the end.  Unless you are using spinning gear, then I won’t have anything to do with you…….cheater!

At the end of the day fish were caught, some even on flies.  My boss only caught one but it was the last hole and it was the biggest fish of the day.  I am sure it will be making an appearence on a certain shop site in the near future.  They were taking the usual DH stuff as well as midges.  My advice is spend the next couple weeks tying because it’s only gonna get better in march.

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A Whole Lot of Bullshit and a Little Fishing

3 12 2008

Well folks, it has been a while and not a whole lot in the way of fishing has been going on.  I was supposed to float the Tuckaseegee River the week before Thanksgiving.  I had it all planned out, Duke Power is generating…they just put an assload of fish in the river…got another guide from the shop who wants to learn how to row…just got my new Kelly Gallop streamer concoctions in…fucking great day.  Unfortunately events conspired against me as they always seem to.  We got to the river early and found that the water was down which was no problem because the schedule called for 10:30 generation and it was only 11:00.  I figured I would go ahead and get the shuttle taken care of.  Turns out the shuttle guy has come down with a wicked case of dysentery or Ebola (it was a toss up).  After insisting on shaking my hand he informed me that it had been coming out of both ends all night and day.  We could, however, use his truck at the end of the day to go pick up our truck at the put in.  The only problem with this plan was we would have to change the flat on his truck.  Fine, at least we were gonna get to throw streamers at a bunch of big fish…right?….WRONG!  The no good, low down, dirty third world whores of a power company never turned the water on.  We salvaged the day by catching some fish wading.  They were hitting the normal DH stuff, buggers, hare’s ears, eggs, etc.  To top off the day however I had to go through a police check point on the way home which, even at the age of thirty, still makes me feel like I am 16 and they are gonna find something.  So that was the last day of fishing I got in and you know what?….It wasn’t half bad.   Going somewhere for a few days next week and hopefully get that giant brown I so richly deserve this season.