-----Original Message-----
From: jcrosby [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]
Sent: Tuesday, May 16, 2000 3:53 PM
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: Re: Jere Crosby
Jerry:
Here, I will paste the original message below I sent it at
the end of April.
Kirby (last name something like Hornbah?) lives in Oregon
and comes down to the Sauk/Skagit every spring. Short 50ish guy who works
as a union plumber. Said he used to do some fishing with you years ago:
Hey Jerry:
It is a small world.
Last week I realized we have a common friend from your past.
I was staying at the Schemstad cabin on the Skagit with
Kirby, and he mentioned your name as a guy he used to fish with.
I met Kirby several years ago, through one of his high
school buddies who is a long time fishing friend of mine.
Kirby had a less than stellar week last week.
1. Driving up he had his fuel pump go out, one of those ones mounted
inside the tank. That's $600 to Roger Job's jeep (knowing the outfit he
probably got "jobbed" on that one).
2. On Friday, just below his put in, he wrapped a rock with his
sinktip. Rowing upstream, outside etc. failed to free it so he wrapped the
line around his waist and started backing up. Sure enough it parted . . .
at the belly/running transition. He now had to finish the float without
workable gear. That's a trip to Mt. Vernon, and $300 to Skagit Angler for a
new windcutter. To add insult to injury, on the float out he came upon 3
boats pulling plugs with an incredible fish count , something like 15. . .
but he saw them hook a couple so he had to believe them.
3. He had a grand total of one yank for the week. Well, at least
that's free! This was compounded when I walked into the bar Monday (you
may remember that Kirby also makes regular appearances at local watering
holes) night with a grin and a story. I took Tuesday off work, so I threw
stuff into the jeep and jetted up to get one pass on a run I had only fished
once before, with no takes, before dark on Monday. I got in the water,
stretched out a line, and on the first swing hooked a hot 10# hen. She
jetted straight at me with three consecutive jumps, landing on the line on
the last. No way could I keep up with her by stripping, so she whipped me
big time. Smiling, I checked the fly, stretched it out again, and it
stopped again! This time it was the largest dolly I have landed this
season, I would guess 5 #. Watching a gorgeous sunset, I have to admit my
hands were shaking, and I was thinking "what have I walked into here" after
such a skinny season. Dake Traphagen, another friend of Kirby's, (do you
know him?), came up Tuesday and had a couple hookups. All the time Kirby is
"yankless". This is a guy who usually get's his share of fish.
Poor guy, last I saw him, on Saturday, he was standing in
the Native Hole, moaning "I'm beat Tom, they beat me up!" He looked like
the little guy in Peanut's with the cloud over his head.
Wow! I've lost it...too many emails. Please fill me in and
tell me who
Kirby is? Jere
----- Original Message -----
From: Moore, Tom <[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Sent: Tuesday, May 16, 2000 1:27 PM
Subject: Jere Crosby
> Hey Jere,
> Did you receive the e-mail I sent you regarding
Kirby?
> Tom Moore
>
