What a day! Last night was our last Deer Hair fly tying class taught by Diane Blair. Diane taught the class to pass along Mike Verduin's tying recipes, tips, and just sound advice while working with deer hair. I know I spend an inordinate amount of time creating one Bass Bug, but I expect to fish with them, and I expect these flies to catch fish.
I rigged my wonderful Nikon camera to my float tube's cross bar and shot images and videos of all three flies. The Ball Joint Popper pushed a lot of water and fished the longest before becoming too water logged. I had a Largemouth Bass on (didn't get this on video because the battery was dead), until I hit a patch of grass and lost the fish. The Frog Slider gave me two what I call "Hit 'n Spit" grabs, and Mike's Mouse caught me another Largemouth Bass. Oh my word! my tyed flies really worked; they caught fish!
Now, I think it is important to convey, I handle things relatively calmly, but not nearly as calmly as Cody. I rarely scream or jump up and down when I catch a fish. I calmly enjoy a great sunset or a star-studded night sky. I do smile rather easily and laugh often, as evidenced by a plethora of lines etched all in my face, but for the most part, I am even keel and usually quite happy.
I know, I used bear encounter tactics to deal with this bobcat encounter, but it was what I thought at the time. Once safely nestled in my car and calming my fears, I drove around to the trailhead, flashed my high beams down the trail to see if I could see eye reflections, which I did not. I even thought about getting out and walking back down the trail to see if the bobcat would growl again so I could record it, but I then came to my senses and decided it was ludicrously stupid to tempt fate, so I didn't get out. I texted Cody, stopped by Mickey Ds, and drove home. What a day! Oh my word!