I am a Michigander who has recently been transplanted to the tropical
city-state of Singapore. A couple of weeks ago I was invited on a fishing junket by a
business friend. I showed up at the jetty decked out in my saltwater fly gear, much to the
amusement of the other guests and to the horror of my host. Everyone else was prepared for
a day of handlining for the various reef fishes (although few) found in Singapore. About
four hours into the trip we had finally anchored in a spot that could be conducive to fly
fishing. To the rest of the people on the boat I was not much more than a curiosity or
madman for not following suit, but then again, once a fly fisher, almost always so. I was
purely dedicated to the problem at hand. I had brought along my 10wt, a variety of heavily
weighted flies and such for the job at hand. We had just anchored between two islands on
an incoming tide when I again made what seemed to be a fruitless attempt at plying my
favored fishing technique. About twenty minutes and many casts after we had set anchor I
received a rather large jolt on my line. Whatever it was had felt that my 1/0 Seaducer was
worth taking. I struck hard several times much to the chagrin of the yet mysterious fish.
Twenty, fifty,one hundred yards gone off the reel. I began to make headway, or so I
thought. Twenty minutes of give and take resulted in a large figure in our sights. A few
more strong retrieves of the line and the victim began to come clear. A 15 kilo (about
35-40 pound) shark had slid alongside the port side of the boat. Everyone was ecstatic,
probably none more so than the boatman/captain. Now here is the tricky/interesting part.
From out of nowhere the boatman appeared with a large gaff (big enough to capture an
elephant!). Knowing the local culture, I knew that if this wonderful adversary were to be
boated it would wind up being served in someone's sharkfin soup. This is something that I
did not wish to happen. Without much hesitation, I pulled my scissors to the leader and
cut the magical beast free, much to the consternation of all aboard. Needless to say, I
was a virtual outcast for the remainder of the day, but in myself I knew that I had just
lived one of those few rare moments in ones fishing career.
submitted by Christopher Soule wayptsin@singnet.com.sg
I am 15 years old and I live in Huntsville, Al. Originally I am from
Rochester, NY and every year I go visit my grandparents in Rome, NY. While I am up there I
look forward to trout fishing. It is the only thing that I really enjoy. The last summer I
was up there I was fishing Fish Creek which was a little north of Rome. Well at this time
I had not been introduced to fly fishing so I was using my regular fishing pole with night
crawlers. So I was out on the water with my grandfather early in the morning. It was a
beautiful day for fishing and to my surprise I was the only one out there. I been fishing
in the same spot before but the only fish I ever caught were 8 to 9 inch brown trout which
I believed were stocked. So here I am by the side of this stream and probably 30min after
we had arrived I caught a fish. I set the hook and brought him in. Now usually everyone in
my family would keep anything above 9 to 10 inches and this fish was well over that. I
believe it must have been 15 to 16 inches. It might not seem big to those people who fish
all the time but to me it was one the biggest if not the biggest I ever caught. Think
about it I live in Huntsville, AL. There are no real trout streams. Well anyway I held
this beautiful rainbow trout in my hands as my grandfather was telling me to put it in the
creel but I couldn't. I had to let it go. I couldn't take this fish from the stream. So I
carefully let him go. My grandfather thought I was crazy but I knew I did the right thing.
submitted by J.T. Drewnowski JTDrew4719@aol.com
I have been fishing for close to 30 years. Most of those experiences have been with a
spinning reel. My father put one in my little hands at the age of 5. He showed me a
bobber, a nightcrawler and pointed me in the direction of the lake. As time passed,
I became a bass, walleye, pike and salmon fisher. Recently I learned fly-fishing.
Well, needless to say, I am overwhelmed by how much fun it is. Anyway, here is my story:
My husband and I were fly fishing last year in a well known stream in Pa.. I had
done very well all day with nymphs but I wanted to try a little dry fly action since a
midge hatch was just coming off.I began to slowly wade and make my way to an area that the
sun was on and the water was clear. I stopped and just watched for a while.In the stream
were two nice rain bow trout surface feeding. I tied on a #20 midge dry hoping to attract
some interest. I tried hard to present the fly as carefully and naturally as possible. But
I just could not get into their feeding lanes. An hour passed, then two. I tried numerous
flies to no avail. " What do you want?" I whispered to the beatuiful fish before
me. Thinking back to what my dad always told me,"simplicity is best", I finally
got smart and tied on an Adams size 14. I cast my line, presented, and BAMM! Out from
UNDER the bank came another bigger rainbow and took the Adams! It was a nice fish and a
very good day.
submitted by Debra South South@knownet.net
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