man. so Spey fishing.
It’s this style of fly fishing innovated by salmon fishermen on the River Spey in Scotland.
Basically, fancy casting techniques and the tension of the line on the water are used to execute casts that keep all the line in front of you, with no overhead back cast to get tangled in the dense treed banks those Scottish rivers are known for. Oh, and generally the rods are much longer, and take two hands to properly cast.
While there are certain practical advantages, it’s also just fun, and an enjoyable challenge, and focuses as much as anything on some aesthetic beauty of the casting in itself, rather than just netting the most fish possible. We’ll leave that to the bait fishermen.
So I’ve dabbled. Was out practicing my Spey cast yesterday just for laughs. On like the 3rd cast of the day - a cast we’ll endearingly call a warmup, cuz was sloppy and barely got the fly in the water and surprised it didn’t just tangle - I lift the line to start my next cast, but feel a head shake.
Get tight on the line, and there’s something there. It’s something…big! It’s swimming around, occasionally shaking its head, so I know it’s some living creature, rather than just snagging bottom or something.
Although this is a trout river, whatever it is is putting a heavy bend all the way into the butt end of a rod designed for salmon. It just stays parked there in a deep current, occasionally shaking its head , but otherwise indifferent to the hook and line trying to pull it from the abyss.
I realize it’s something big, but feel confident I can land it. After all, it’s just a trout stream and I’m using a salmon rod. Heavy 12 pound test line too, which is overkill for trout, and mostly just for the sake of not loosing my flies by snapping them off cuz of my shitty Spey casting.
I slowly win the war of attrition, and get the thing closer into shallower water. It kicks its tail enough to breach the surface, but instead of a cute little trout splash, it’s this big boil of water that looks like I just spooked a gator or something.
It’s still heavy as hell, but at least loosing some energy, so I slowly swing it toward me in an attempt to net. Another head shake and…gone. Nothing. Just disappeared.
WTF, did it throw the hook? Nope. It somehow managed to bust 12 pound test with a shake of the head.
Now, while it’s never easy, by now I know how to take loosing a big fish with dignity (lots of swearing and kicking water). The hard part with this one is, I never even got to see what it was.
Some whale of a resident brown? Maybe one of the freak show rainbows that gets stocked upstream at that Dow Jones guy’s private ranch? A giant laker that spilled out of a reservoir? Or even a pike? That fish’s teeth would at least explain why the heavy line broke.
Whatever it was, gonna be thinking about that one a while. Even if not landed, would liked to have at least known what it was. I suppose that curiosity is part of what keeps a fellow fishing.
And for reference, here’s a gif of Spey casting.
jk LOL actually that shits lame so here’s some fishing chick instead.