We’ll name it properly once we’ve been introduced

I’ve always fought shy of naming fish, mostly because it can mark the angler as a bully, some small indication that camping on known water might be preferred to something new or unknown.

That’s not the same thing as a pool within feet of some cabin, where the fish are known so well simply due to proximity. Driving a couple of hours to catch “Charles” or “Bob” however, is a bit disquieting  …

… and why are they always masculine names?

It must go back to our playground days, where you kicked Bob’s ass when he reached for your cupcake, or owned Charlie in four square or kick ball. The retelling sounds pretty good, only Bob is about half your size and Charlie was the kid with braces, who was nearly 60 pounds when soaking wet.

Naming a big fish, especially one that’s been hooked and lost is another matter, as both honor and Jihad may be involved …

While pounding gravel last weekend, I noticed a big root ball near the bank, and taking a breather, I got out some oddball experimentals to test their sink rate in the deep pool made by that mass of tree trunk.

There were a couple of six inch largemouth bass that were mildly interested, and while jigging the fly in front of them hoping for a strike, a big piece of tree trunk detached itself and came over to investigate …

It was the Great White Whale hisself, Moby Dick, the biggest smallmouth Bass I’d ever seen on the creek, and while he sat there inspecting what I was twitching, I attempted to remain immobile so I could eyeball the beast without spooking him.

Looking at the size of the fish and his surroundings, I realized that like Ahab, this was going to be a story of lost flies, fruitless courtship, and obsession, and could end badly for both of us.

“Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!”

Moby Dick, Herman Melville

While working this weekend on chores and raiding the local crop of Pomegranates, Walnuts, and Persimmons, I’m thinking about that big bass and what it’s going to take to seduce him.

… or her, a fish that big might even have a zip code. In either case we’ll name it properly once hooked – which by all indications won’t be soon.

A deep root ball with the limbs facing upstream, nearly guaranteeing the fly will snag, an eight foot pool of water with him at the bottom, requiring a cast that’ll have to sink quickly and avoid all the smaller fish on its way to the base of the tree, and the poor angle I have on his position; water too deep to wade, opposite bank impenetrable, and I’ll have to cast the line where the fly lands on my side of the root ball, and the belly will have to land midcurrent.

The physics suggests that root ball will soon become a Christmas tree of my best efforts, with weighted and gaudy visible on every branch.

LSO Frog Style

Knowing this fish has been sent to haunt me, and we may have even met a couple seasons ago with the Little Stinking Olive doing the introductions, I’ll start with what has worked and update it in light of the fish’s size and surroundings.

LSO_Frogstyle

While the original pattern is a known killer, it needs additional weight, a bigger size, and a larger hook. Originally a Crayfish design, I added some frog-like features so it’ll serve double purpose. The above is a weighted #2 hook tied to ride upside down.

With weather in his favor I won’t get too many opportunities before the winter floods, which will likely remove his precious barricade and deposit it many miles downstream. His Whale-ness I’m not worried about, a fish this size is a survivor.

11 thoughts on “We’ll name it properly once we’ve been introduced

  1. Peter

    Agreed!
    But that’s quite a vicious barb on that hook. Is that needed for Bass? (Only caught a couple of small ones in Canada, no experience with better fish)

  2. kbarton10

    I haven’t mashed the barb down yet. Flinging awkward and ungainly is best done when you can yank a mistake from an arse cheek without surgery (or anesthetic).

  3. kbarton10

    The fly is almost entirely made from the Bernat Boa yarn. This yields a fly that will streamline nicely in flight, and puff up once in the water.

    I’ve doubled over the yarn and made an overhand knot in it to build the legs. The body is made by winding the yarn around the hookshank.

    Cheap to make and a nice silouette – perfect for something you’re tying to lose.

  4. Peter

    Ahhh, Ok. Sorry, Keith.

    Looks like it can do very well for pike in a 4/0 or 6/0 configuration. Seriously good. And still be castable.

    TY again..

  5. Rex

    Are those lead eyes or bead chain? It seems to have all three necessary elements in a successful bass fly…olive, rubber legs, and weighted eyes.

  6. Igneous Rock

    Hmmm…the Lil Stinking Olive has been superseded by the Snagus-Majorus Olive. It occurs to me that a loop of monofilament might protect the hook in what is clearly a “Special Operation”. You won’t name fish (agreed), You are reluctant to name flys (understandable), Your efforts to name your dubbing was agonizing (Shop Floor Dust Rat), but your GF is called… Sweetpea!? Dude, that takes a Pair!

  7. kbarton10

    Rex, those are Aluminum eyes – which are huge compared to brass. These are about a 4mm bead on each side.

    I’ll be casting this on an #7 fly rod, hook and lead add all the weight – everything on the hook (and lead) is chosen for lightness.

  8. Rex

    Nice… I like how visible they are. I’m guessing the fairly light dressing would let it sink without being too heavy.

    Most of our smallie flies used here in Indiana have big lead eyes lashed on them. I’m guessing an entry into the water that resembles a depth charge going off 75 feet down next to a German U-boat attracts the fish…

  9. kbarton10

    Yes,

    I cannot afford too big a splash yet need the fly to sink quickly. Keeping the core (shank) heavy and the elements of the fly light, allows me a type of feathered landing…

    Hard to explain, but the weight at the center allows me to control the attitude of the fly once in the water, and the yarn exterior slightly cushions the impact of the fly into the water.

    Most of the flies that I tie are designed with imitation and physics of both the natural creature – and the unnatural way we require on the delivery (flung through the air).

    It seems as important to me as the looks of the fly – and why most tiers stop at the visuals has always baffled me.

    Than again, I’m a basket case – while they’re well rounded members of society.

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