The Chief made a surprise spot inspection the other night to ensure that the Flatlander Department of the Pro Staff was measuring up to the prescribed level of performance and code of conduct.
Unfortunately, all I have to show for it is his calling card:
Maybe that’s a good thing, as going Chota-to-Simms with the author of “Caddis and a Beadhead” can be an intimidating experience. Heeding the advice given to a Pro-Staffer of long ago, (a member of a group of 12 desert stillwater specialists from the Sea of Galilee Chapter of Trout Unlimited), I resigned to “keeping close watch, so as not to be put to the test: the spirit is ready, but the flesh is feeble.” However, not as feeble as my casting loop as I slung my dry-dropper rig with a 10’ – 3 weight.
Actually, we really put a Number 6 on the trout, and went “a-ridin' into town, a-whompin' and a-whumpin' every livin' thing that moves within an inch of its life” with a variety of sulpher patterns:
Including this red hued spotted beauty
The Chief’s mojo must've rubbed off on me. Then again, maybe it was his Straub-paella-butifarra sausage marinade that invariably makes its way onto his calling card. Regardless, when a sucker can nymph up a sucker with a Caddis and Bead rig, you know the planets have aligned:
Reporting from the Flatlands,
Greg G.
