Yeah, dude, imagine that! :0
Steve, my man...do you know I still have some of your flies? Love them little guys, I call them "Crosby's Nymphs" because I don't have a clue what they really are!
The bass on those streams respond to No. 6 poppers, of the Accardo Spook variety, in yellow/black. These are small creek bass, two pounds is a big 'un, three pounds is a jaw-dropper. My jaw has NOT dropped yet!
Suzie and I reserved a cabin on the Norfork. We're going to be there for a week in fall. We're planning to fish the White, Buffalo, Crooked Creek. I also think I know where, in a broad area, Harry Middleton lived with Albert and Emerson, and I plan to make what can only be described as a pilgrimage there, with a couple hard boiled eggs and an IBC root beer.
Best,
R
"And look at Elias Wonder. Yeah, take a gander at that buzzard. Forty years ago he was happy, generous, charitable, tall, dark and handsome. Then he took up the fly rod. Now consider him. Uglier than fresh road kill. Evil-eyed, cantankerous, sullen, mean. An anti-social misfit that causes a groundswell of spleen wherever he goes."
-- Harry Middleton