You guys ever want to sacrifice some tackle to the fishing gods, come try and flyfish the creek on my land (native cutts)...

I started with a dry fly, just dabbing it down through the brush... Aaargh! Then I tried to get a wet fly under the banks... Aaargh! Ran the gamut- lost a couple Panther Martins, a little spoon...

I won't confess how we finally figured out how to fish the damn thing... But it starts with a "w". Please don't kill me! smile

I grew up fishing New Mexico and Colorado. This little creek (Hannevan creek) is about as far from that as you can get. In fact I didn't believe there were trout in the sumbitch, despite what the neighbor said, until one took my... uh... "w"... smile


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