The Drakes, The Drakes, The Drakes

Remember that show with the suave man dressed in white and the dwarf crying out "the plane, the plane"? Unremarkable trite and boring as I recall ! The cry of the drakes holds the same for me, the annual appearance of giant mayflies that crowd our tiny river with the annual influx of "fly fisherman" who will make their only appearance never to return till next season is just as boring! The skill and problem solving element that is the Carmen's the rest of the season suddenly turns into what bus has pulled up and when is the first show of the circus!

Sounds harsh, meant to be, most of the year no one can be found because the fishing is "too technical" or the flies are really tiny! but give some easy picking here they are. I say show up in August when a small cadre are tossing size 24 or 26 bwo or ants in a pocket 6inches wide through a window of branches, brush and grass a foot wide and catching fish! Maybe show up before the season starts to help clean up the river of junk and garbage left behind!

It's not always about the catching, it's sometimes about the conservation, the education and the preservation of the resource. For most leave the heavy lifting to us and enjoy the drakes, they will soon be gone and so will you.