Watched a buddy from Sweden on Penns Creek one day. He was making these awesome hero casts with perfect drifts to massive browns slurping flies underneath some Hemlocks on the far bank. A sight to behold. Set the hook on nine fish. Each time he set the hook, the fly flew back at him. He finally checked the fly. A wind knot had formed a loop behind the fly, the loop caught the bend of the hook, so every time he set it, it pulled the point away from the fish.
"Nine ....'en fish! NINE!" Heard that all week.
Frank Reid