Famous Guide: I've been watching you catch fish all afternoon, you must be one of those Pro Staffers that I've heard so much about lately.
WR: Yes sir, guilty as charged. I reckon I've been moving a few fish alright.
Famous Guide: Do you mind if I ask what you are using?
WR: Parachute Adams, size #12.
Famous Guide: Damn, I'm working real hard Czech nymphing and only have a couple of fish to show for my efforts.
WR: Here ya go, try a few of these (handing him a few parachutes) in the riffles and current seams.
Famous Guide: Say, how does one become a Pro Staffer anyway?
WR: (laughter) One doesn't simply "become" a Pro Staffer the way one becomes a boy scout (and we've all seen how that turns out in the "Bob"). They are either blessed with the right stuff by the creator or they're not. Then they undergo a rigorous process of natural selection by Mother Nature. Simple as that.
Famous Guide: Figured as much. Well a man can dream can't he?
WR: I reckon. Hope those flies turn your luck around.
Famous Guide: I surely hope so too. I just can't seem to figure this river out today.
WR: Yep. She sure can be harsh mistress.
I was fairly well exhausted at the end of a looooong day of wading & fish catching as I drove up the Spruce Creek Valley past Rock Springs and onto the evenings lodging at the Feathered Hook Inn in Coburn, aka Forks, Pa.
"I've been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin'
Out on the road late at night, seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice"
-Willin', by Lowell George
On the last best day of summer, 2008.
Pray for rain, we need it bad.