Cabin Fever Sets in at Fly Fishing In Yellowstone National Park
By Tom Chandler on Jan 15, 2007 in Underground Entertainment
Apparently the cold, cold temperatures are taking their toll on the Rocky Mountain West. And on the people living there.
Our prolific blogging friend - Fly Fishing in Yellowstone National Park - may well be lining his office with aluminum foil to keep the alien rays out, at least if his latest post is to be believed.
Want proof before you jump? Here are the first few sentences, including a reference to fly fishing’s hottest word: “Plutoed.”
IT’S ONLY JANUARY
Cabin Fever Set In Early This Year!
we’ve been plutoed
We wish him well. After all, it’s only January. There’s a lot of winter still to come.
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rriver | Jan 15, 2007 | Reply
Well, I’m back from Borneo. Fishing was tough - I got skunked, though I’m surprised I did.
The Rajang was blown out because of rain, but I managed to get permission to fish on a small lake on a papaya plantation for 3 days, though I had to be out by 5:00 PM (when the hatches started, to my luck) because the native workers came back then and fished the lake for supper, and they lived there. People where friendly, though I could tell they thought I was nuts.
I tried to fish on top and it didn’t work. Streamers did not work, but I’m not sure why. A small clue was my second day when a old man came up to me with a piranha to give me for bait. The fish was as big as his hand. The water was a bit muddy also from the rain, and woolly buggers looked good, but what ever was hitting it I could not hook. I’m pretty sure they were big Arawana, as they would eat fish at the surface. They seemed somewhere in the 10 - 15 pound range or bigger, over 3 feet.
The other fish were some kind of carp, a fish I have seen in aquariums, but much larger. They would swim in packs, and a fly on the surface spooked them.
The other types where different kinds of cat fish. The natives used some kind of balled bait to catch them. These were the only fish caught. I ate one with them one day. Not bad.
A guy who saw me fly fishing took me to a fishing shop in town that had one fly rod. It was not set up right. When I told the owner it wasn’t set up like it should be, he called a bunch of people on the phone, and I gave a small impromtu class on fly fishing knots, and casting. They were kind of shocked on how hard it was to cast a fly rod, though they said I made it look easy. When I told them it would take 3 to 6 months to learn they seemed a bit disappointed, like there was magic to it, and I was not telling.
I also spent timing showing them how to tie flies, as a brough a portable HMH vise and tools and materials. The shop had no flies. The flies brought giggles because of the size, mostly Adams in size 16 and 18 and some Elk Hair Caddis in the same size. Now there are some of my flies for sale in Borneo in a shop I can’t pronounce, each one in a small plastic bag for 5 RM a piece. I was paid in beer and peanuts, and some ranbutan.
I meant to fish in Singapore for Peacock Bass, but I ended up having fun with my wife and never made it.
Next time I’m bring BIG streamers.
- rriver
Tom Chandler | Jan 16, 2007 | Reply
You’re back! We were wondering if you were coming back at all (Roberts said he had dibs on your stereo).
Halfway around the world only to get skunked? And to think I felt bad about driving halfway down the river…
So what’s on the vise for your next trip? A delicate #6/0 Hornburg Pirahna Special?
Welcome back!