January 21st, 2002

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The Two-handed Club
By Bob Margulis, Washington

While Ambrose Bierce is best known (among the six of us who were once English literature majors) for his short story An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, he also wrote a book called The Devil's Dictionary. Had he been inclined to write The Fly Fisherman's Dictionary, and were you to look up the word obsession there, I have no doubt that the definition would include "attempting to take steelhead on a fly." After a lifetime of intermittent fishing, I finally took to the fly. And if you're wondering if "a lifetime of intermittent fishing" means fishing occasionally or occasionally catching fish, I must plead the fifth (and don't get me started on fishing and fifths either). Is it just me, or have you also noticed that English is a language slippery as a fish?

In any event, four years ago I began fly-fishing, for steelhead, obsessively. I proceeded to spend two years learning to cast well enough with a single handed rod to be capable of tying nine different kinds of knots in my leaders, including a Bimini, without using my hands (except to wave the rod about). I like to think of my single-handed casting as 'adequate' - adequate enough to catch fish, that is. In steelheading, that generally means being able to efficiently aerialize a heavy shooting head a minimum of 70 feet.

As it's generally too cold to stand around waving your rod to make multiple false casts, the preferred technique involves using a Double Spey cast to, on the first false case, get the line both in the air and 90 degrees from where you started and then with one double haul shoot the remaining line. And as soon as you can do that, attaining an additional 10-20 feet becomes something of a Holy Grail. The world is filled with casters who will never achieve casting an entire 90 foot line, and I am one of them. That was when I began to rationalize the cost of a two-handed rod.

Let me give you the bad news right now: spey casting involves becoming skilled in a minimum of four different casts. While single-handed casting can be done quartering down, across, or upstream, river right or left, all using the same cast, the same cannot be said for spey casting. A Single Spey cast is used for quartering downstream, but doesn't allow for a significant change of direction to enable it to be used for an across or upstream cast. The Double-Spey cast is an across or upstream cast; however, wind conditions can dictate that you use one or the other, regardless of whether it was the one you really wanted to use. So then you have learn other spey casts. I now use around five different spey casts (times two for both banks). Did I mention that learning each of these cast, right or left, is like learning an entirely new cast so that learning a single cast involves learning two casts, one from each side?

Just so you're not too put off, let me also say my first discovery in learning spey casting was that even my bad spey casts achieved more distance than I deserved: that's to say, they went almost as far as a respectable one-handed cast. The second piece of good news was that once you learn the Single and Double Spey casts, the rest are easily learned variations. Need more good new? OK, you get to accumulate more very cool gear, and since I'm not your wife you can forget trying to deny the attraction of new gear.

Like catching fish? Two of the best attributes of long two-handed rods is they (1) allow you to really work the fly slowly as it swings down and across and (2) you can often catch fish by being able to cast where others can't.

On a hike-in trip to the Deschutes this past summer I found myself at a bend in the river that is typically fished from the inside, the shore opposite where I was, as evidenced by two fishermen arriving on the heels of a jet-sled leaving that spot. I could see from my side that they were fishing to a shelf mid-river where the fish held. Walking upstream to the head of the pool, I started my wade downstream. In no time at all I went from ankle to wader top deep, and then, only if I stayed within 10 feet of shore. To my back were tall trees. The other guys, fishing single hand rods, were on a gravel bar and were waist deep sending their flies quartering 65 feet downstream. They fished their way downstream in front of me, covering their water well, and never touching a single fish. After fishing some of the same water they had, I hooked two steelhead and landed one. I concluded their flies were coming out into the deeper water for just a brief time before swinging up onto the shallower shelf. This gave the fish little time to make up their minds about grabbing the fly before they probably turned around, feeling more exposed as they got into the shallower water. By being able to lay out 100 foot casts from the 'wrong side' I was reaching the same shelf and then dropping into deeper water for the remainder of the swing. While I was a bit more challenged by drag issues having to fish the faster water on the inside of my swing, the long rod made it a lot easier to deal with, and the result was my fly 'fished' a lot longer.

Now here comes the best part: let me tell you about The Club. The next morning, after releasing a couple of nice fish, I was heading upstream to try a likely looking hole I had seen on my hike in the day before (by the way, lest you think this was 'just another day at the office' - hooking five steelhead, missing another two, and while getting to hold three in an evening and morning of fishing, was not just abnormal, it was phenomenal). Turing the bend I saw another fisherman headed towards me, picking his way through the boulders and streamside brush. As we sized each other up from a distance, the first thing I noticed was his long two-handed rod. No doubt he saw mine too. We greeted another, exchanging names and pleasantries while slyly eyeballing the other's reel, and ever more surreptitiously scoping out each other's flies. In no time at all, we were talking like old boys at the club. Happily for me, Tim turned out be be a long-time local who was quite free with his hard won insights as, after all, we both belonged to the Two-Handed Club. History, fishing tips, flies, holes - he gave me lots of info I've stored away for my next trip. And I'll let you in on a secret. Those of us in the club naturally assume that anyone throwing a two-handed well is better than pretty good fly-fisher . . .and I'll not go out of my way of disabusing my fellow club members of that belief. It could work for you too . . .care to join? Minimum dues are only a couple of years of obsession! ~ Bob Margulis

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