Slim Randles' Home Country
Sometimes there is great glory in failure
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[September 24, 2018]
didn’t expect any patients before 10 o’clock this morning, so he was
up and coffee’d and gone by 6:30. Lewis Creek. The Lunker’s hole on
The Lunker is a huge rainbow trout that everyone
knows about and no one has caught. So far he has resisted flies,
worms, salmon eggs, spinners, and even an imitation mouse that Dud
tossed in there one time just to see if the Lunker had a bass’s
Fish aren’t really all that bright, but the Lunker seems to deserve
membership to Fish Mensa. No matter how fine the leader a guy used,
it didn’t fool him. Trying to figure out what to use and how to use
it has fueled arguments for several years now.
But Doc thinks he has it figured out now. He has a super-fine tippet
on his fly line, and used his magnifying glasses to tie a midge that
is so small that if he dropped it, it would be gone forever. Doc
realizes that with that fine a line, he stands a good chance of
having the Lunker simply snap it off and swim away. But that would
be all right with Doc if the fish just came and took that fly,
because no one else had come that close to catching him yet.
And there’s that wonderful new fly rod that Doc made himself from a
Sage blank he bought himself at Christmas. With that rod, he
believes, he should be able to feel a fish breathe in that creek.
He was in the Mule Barn truck stop before 9 a.m., holding court at
the philosophy counter and told the boys what happened.
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“The Lunker came up from under
that big rock ledge, you know?” Doc said. “And he came within …
maybe four inches of my fly as it went by.”
“Four inches!” said Dud. “Hey, Doc, can you show me the pattern you
tied for that?”
“Sure thing, Dud,” said Doc, grinning.
Sometimes there is great glory in failure.
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