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Sent: Sunday, March 25, 2001 7:55
PM
Subject: Nunnally report
Having fished this lake a dozen times since the
opener (helps to work 10 minutes from the lake) the fish finally humbled me
when it counted most. Friday fishing was fantastic from shore. I arrived
at the lake about 3 and till the sun dropped behind the hills on the other
side of the Columbia, I could not keep the fish off. They were fairly
selective on size and color but a size 16 brassie proved an appropriate match
to the thousands of empty copper colored shucks on the water.
On Saturday I took a newbie flyfisher and after
talking up how great the fishing had been for me for 3 weeks we were ready
with video camera to capture on film his first fish flycasting.
When I tied on the diminutive brassie to the end
of his tippet... well you can guess the look on his face. "You expect me to
hook a fish on that?" After flailing the water for 35 minutes we decided to
take a break. He eventually did catch a fish while I went home from a lake
where I have not smelled skunk for two years. While he was happy upon catching
a fish I don't think he'll ever believe how good fishing had been. "You caught
how many fish yesterday?"
The worst part was on Friday he and his
girlfriend were 1/4 mile up the lake from where I'd been.
There were lots of people on the lake; the most I
have ever seen. I am sure that later on fishing picked up if the wind allowed
a decent cast. Funny how peoples expectations are different. On the way out a
fellow on his way ask how fishing was. My partner enthusiastically responded
"Yeah, fishing was great?" I did not have the heart to say that it was the
poorest that I had seen on the lake.
Dave Duvall
