Comments on: My First Trip With the Louts http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/ You Shoulda Been Here Yesterday! Mon, 21 May 2012 09:16:41 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: Brian Cowden http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/comment-page-1/#comment-116 Brian Cowden Tue, 26 Jun 2007 00:56:27 +0000 http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/#comment-116 I've never met a tougher river than the West Branch. Some days- too few and far too far between- she's a fair maiden offering herself up to you willingly. The next day while you are standing tall in apparent triumph, she walks up and unexpectedly kicks you square in the balls. We somehow convieniently forget the latter whilst clinging to the former... I’ve never met a tougher river than the West Branch. Some days- too few and far too far between- she’s a fair maiden offering herself up to you willingly. The next day while you are standing tall in apparent triumph, she walks up and unexpectedly kicks you square in the balls. We somehow convieniently forget the latter whilst clinging to the former…

]]> By: Bob Sutton http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/comment-page-1/#comment-106 Bob Sutton Fri, 22 Jun 2007 20:41:56 +0000 http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/#comment-106 I don't know about lightning, Glenn, but I'm pretty sure you'd have come up on Doc's radar and the only thing that diverts him when he's on-scent is exceptional grandiloquence or very old, very precious whisky. Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum, I smells the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread! Bob I don’t know about lightning, Glenn, but I’m pretty sure you’d have come up on Doc’s radar and the only thing that diverts him when he’s on-scent is exceptional grandiloquence or very old, very precious whisky.

Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum,
I smells the blood of an Englishman!
Be he alive or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!

Bob

]]> By: gkamp http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/comment-page-1/#comment-104 gkamp Fri, 22 Jun 2007 13:12:37 +0000 http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/#comment-104 I was afraid you were going to remember that other fish- what do you call it again? Actually, on this trip, I made the biggest mistake any fisher can make, and paid dearly! I have fished the WB a few times and certainly know its reputation - that it humbles even the most skillful angler. On the day I arrived I threw my stuff on my bed, pulled on my waders, grabbed a rod and went down to the river. I quickly established that no fish were rising so I added a dropper to a dry. I thought this was an acceptable practice because of an e-mail I had read, but had not had a chance to see the follow up banter. Back to the story: I stepped into the WB at an open spot and within a few drifts hooked and lost (I was looking at Rt.17 for some reason) a nice brown that jumped out of the water when he felt the steel of my dropper. Two drifts later I caught the fine WB brown which Brian photographed for me. I caught a smaller brown within a few more minutes and then that other fish Brian keeps referring to. Then I made the mistake - I said to myself, thank goodness to no one else, I think I have this river figured out. When no fish are rising I'll fish a dropper and when they do come up I know I can catch fish on the top; I do that all the time. As you know by now, except for a sweet, jumping, silvery rainbow that I had on for a few minutes that same evening (I still was thinking at that point that I had the WB's number) I hooked nary a fish the next 2 1/2 days. I'll admit to all now that on Sat. pm, on the way home, I stopped at a few places on the Beaverkill and caught some stockies- certainly not the same. I will never again, I hope, think I have a river figured out! Can you imagine if I had actually said that out loud? I likely would have been struck by lightening at the end of our float. Tight lines, see you soon. I was afraid you were going to remember that other fish- what do you call it again?
Actually, on this trip, I made the biggest mistake any fisher can make, and paid dearly! I have fished the WB a few times and certainly know its reputation - that it humbles even the most skillful angler. On the day I arrived I threw my stuff on my bed, pulled on my waders, grabbed a rod and went down to the river. I quickly established that no fish were rising so I added a dropper to a dry. I thought this was an acceptable practice because of an e-mail I had read, but had not had a chance to see the follow up banter.

Back to the story: I stepped into the WB at an open spot and within a few drifts hooked and lost (I was looking at Rt.17 for some reason) a nice brown that jumped out of the water when he felt the steel of my dropper. Two drifts later I caught the fine WB brown which Brian photographed for me. I caught a smaller brown within a few more minutes and then that other fish Brian keeps referring to. Then I made the mistake - I said to myself, thank goodness to no one else, I think I have this river figured out. When no fish are rising I’ll fish a dropper and when they do come up I know I can catch fish on the top; I do that all the time. As you know by now, except for a sweet, jumping, silvery rainbow that I had on for a few minutes that same evening (I still was thinking at that point that I had the WB’s number) I hooked nary a fish the next 2 1/2 days. I’ll admit to all now that on Sat. pm, on the way home, I stopped at a few places on the Beaverkill and caught some stockies- certainly not the same.

I will never again, I hope, think I have a river figured out! Can you imagine if I had actually said that out loud? I likely would have been struck by lightening at the end of our float. Tight lines, see you soon.

]]> By: Brian Cowden http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/comment-page-1/#comment-100 Brian Cowden Thu, 21 Jun 2007 14:36:57 +0000 http://www.troutlouts.com/2007/06/20/my-first-trip-with-the-louts/#comment-100 Let's see...I seem to remember a rather enormous chub caught a little later that same day by Lout Glenn. Since the chub was so large, only this brownie can negate him, the other dinks you caught cannot wipe out such a large trash fish which leaves you with zero credit for this fish (especially since it was on a nymph). Let’s see…I seem to remember a rather enormous chub caught a little later that same day by Lout Glenn. Since the chub was so large, only this brownie can negate him, the other dinks you caught cannot wipe out such a large trash fish which leaves you with zero credit for this fish (especially since it was on a nymph).

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