The funniest thing is when you do get snagged on something (a branch on the far bank, the willows, or a precarious rock) and you walk over to retrieve your fly... you realize you're not the first person to make that mistake. You can sometimes find another angler's failed attempts still clinging to the branches. A funny reminder, and a pleasant addition to the fly box.
My brother could make a cast and hit a six inch spot under a tree with a hurricane blowing. Then he would do it again. And again. But then, he was a champion little league pitcher.
The funniest thing is when you do get snagged on something (a branch on the far bank, the willows, or a precarious rock) and you walk over to retrieve your fly... you realize you're not the first person to make that mistake. You can sometimes find another angler's failed attempts still clinging to the branches. A funny reminder, and a pleasant addition to the fly box.
So true! I call them stream-side Christmas trees, a sparsely decorated tribute to previous attempts.
You're a better man than I. I would have punted on that hole.
Tom, a great reminder to focus on where you want the fly to go...and it really works. Aim small, miss small.
So glad to hear that others have this issue. I was never good at sports where I had to aim a ball.
That's why I took up fly-fishing ;-)
Me too.
It’s kinda like the adage in mountain biking: If you’re focusing on that rock (trying not to hit it) you’re gonna hit it
yes indeed.
My brother could make a cast and hit a six inch spot under a tree with a hurricane blowing. Then he would do it again. And again. But then, he was a champion little league pitcher.
I wonder if he was looking at the dark spot or crease in the center of the catcher's glove?
Dollars to donuts. Every time.