I hope and pray for all of you Louts that some day you all enjoy a “Magic Hour” like I did on the last day of the ‘08 Lout trip. It was Saturday afternoon and I was fishing the far bank of the West Branch, downstream of the WBA. Bert was there and witnessed part of the hour. (It is always good to have a witness.)

Anyway, I observed a disturbance just off the far bank that was the type of rise we all love- those that are subtle yet move water, sure signs of a big fish. I had on a 5x tippet, a size 14, my one and only, hendricksen dunn, emerger that had a pink body and a split tail with light brown dubbing, upright. That is the best decription I can give, I hope it makes sense. (I will find and bring a supply next year.) On the second cast the fish, a nice rainbow, took the fly with great confidence, not splashy, but inhaled it and dropped back down into the water column. With a lift of the rod the fight was on. I landed that fish, had a fellow fisherman take a photograph and yelled up to Bert who acknowledged the catch.

Now is when it gets a little magic. Less than 5 minutes later I observed the same type of rise 10 feet downstream in some slightly faster water. Same fly, same cast, same result, another fine rainbow, picture #3.

Fifteen minutes later, now 20-25 feet back upstream, (we had the entire area to ourselves) same rise, cast and result except the fish was a lovely brown, picture #2. And this routine was repeated downstream again, except this time the rainbow was the largest, a few inches bigger than the previous biggest. Except no picture because this dumb-ass let the fish flop out of my hands and swim away. Finally, the same scenerio was repeated one more time for good measure but as soon as the last fish inhaled the fly, on the 5x, that I had not dared to re-tie or even touch, it took off for parts unknown, taking my fly.

So there you have it, 5 West Branch fish in the same stretch of water, on the same fly, landing 4 with a good hook-up on the fifth, all in less than 75 magic minutes. This “hour” more than made up for the rest of the trip when I caught only two other fish- a 19 1/2 bow during the float and one nice brown the evening before the float,(#1). So I hope that every Lout experiences an hour like this some day on the WB and hope that I enjoy a few more of these myself over the next 30 years of retirement!

 I’ll circle back in a day or two and tell the unembellished tale, but Brian’s photos were ready so I thought you Louts should see what you missed.

That disturbing “rip” in the ocean is one small pod of bluefish decimating a shoal of rainfish. This attack happened simultaneously along a mile-long section of beach for better than three hours Friday. At the peak, there were maybe ten rods working the blitz and Louts accounted for most of them.

Virtually every cast resulted in a bend like this one seen in my ten-weight XP. We found ourselves covering a lot of sand as a constant battery of killers moved into the shallows and then offshore again. I broke off more than I landed as fish fought each other for flies and literally severed our leaders in their confusion. Several spinner fishermen among us were crying foul as the fish quickly depleted their tackle boxes, but everybody was grinning. Eventually, I learned to fish the edges of the blitz and steer hooked fish away from the tumult. Since the whole thing was becoming a track meet, it seemed only appropriate to fire up a cigar.

We only brought one cooler, but could have easily filled a dozen or more with fish like this one. At one point, Brian counted nine bent rods in a hundred-foot section of beach. A spectator asked “Does this happen very often here?” and I couldn’t think of anything worthier than a Loutish reply: “You shoulda been here yesterday!” (He should have asked what kind of fool goes barefooting among all those teeth?)

 This beauty came to the boat, alas, by the lazy imprecations of a nymph. It broke a long unlucky spell for me, fought truly and well for its 17.5 inches, and, for those reasons (and Brian’s taunting that I would probably post it anyway) I take a measure of relief showing it here now.

A few moments later, I picked up a larger fish that I posted yesterday.

Here are a couple of Louts’ shots that survived Thursday night’s Turkey Supper during this year’s Spring Summer Float on the Upper Delaware. I’ll post a second batch, anon.

Some days, you’re the Bug and some days you’re the Windshield. This broad-shouldered West Branch Brownie was taken on top just above Hales Eddy Bridge on June 8th after a difficult day of secret incantations and obscure hand-signs. He measured 20.5″ sober and made it unlikely that you’ll ever see the lithe 17.5-incher that preceded him to the net a few minutes earlier.

(But I have a photo, if you’re curious.)

I wanted to be sure that all of the Louts knew how much I appreciated the opportunity to fish, dine, drink (a little) laugh, and join the group. Thanks to Brian for remembering his “old” teacher and thinking about me when an opening arose. You are an interesting, amazing, diverse group that really knows how to fish, have a great time, bust chops and during the four days I spent with you I only thought about work and my other responsibilities for a fleeting moment! I look forward to spending time with you guys in the future. Keep me in mind for almost any trip you are planning or if you need someone to round out a group, even at the last minute. My schedule is fairly flexable. Tight lines and if the picture Brian took of me and the brown that he took, (dare I say,) on a nymph, I promise I’ll write something on my thoughts on that fish. Thanks again for a memorable trip!

No, that sign that Brian is holding doesn’t really say “Bite me.” It’s just hard to read without your glasses.

Photo & stage set courtesy of Doc Hatton.

Apparently Lout David has been spending significant time at the new cabin - at least enough to locate the nearest fish monger. Says Lipkin, “These beauties were only $3.99 per pound and all are locally caught!”. Linda Jean liked them so much that she is asking him to stop by that store more often. “Maybe you can buy us some browns and rainbows next time you stop “, inquired Linda. Now if only he could actually catch these on his own, think of all the money he could save!