
My dad was neither hunter nor shooter, but was an avid fisherman! He loved crappie and bluegill, and when they were running, stripped bass. He wasn't much of a catfisherman, so I got a pretty late start on the whisker fish. In the early eighties I started fishing with a man I had met at work. His technique for bluegill was a little different than what I was accustom to, but it didn't take me long to see that he was on to something! I had a small jon boat that we used on small creeks, ponds, and lakes. He would skul the boat with one hand and use a fly rod with an automatic reel with the other. As he approached a likley spot, he'd simply roll cast to where he wanted it. When he got a bite, and set the hook, if the fish was on, he'd simply trigger the automatic real and land his fish. I guess it would be needless to say that by our second trip, I had a similar setup. I spent most of the day slapping the water, dodging flying hooks and trying to untangle myself. I don't think either of us caught anything that trip, but he had front row center to a standup comedy act so didn't mind too much. I practiced in the backyard till I had it down. I now use a fly rod for almost everything.
This same fellow enjoyed catting almost as much as bluegills. He'd show up with his off shore tackle so he cast his 2 pounds of float, sinker and bait to the opposite shore. I brought my fly rod. I think he found this to be even more amusing than my first fly rodding day, he kept looking at me, laugh and shake his head. He caught a couple of good eating sized fish that day. I caught more!! Just as we were getting ready to leave, I got another bite. I eased in my slack till I could feel the fish starting to leave with my bait and set the hook. I thought I had missed the fish and hooked a log. That is untill the log started to take line, what a fight!!! I know it had to be less than five minutes but it sure seemed longer!! Any way after the fish was netted and in the boat I heard him mumbling something about never laughing at my fly rod any more. It wasn't a huge fish by any streach of the imigination, but till you've caught an 8# channel cat on a 9 foot 5 weight fly rod you'r missing a serious thrill. So at the risk of repeating myself, I now use a fly fod for almost everything!