I thought I knew every way to screw up there was but I guess I’m still learning. I came around a corner in the river tonight to see a ring from a rising fish. Before I could cast to it there was another one. These were the first rises I had seen today and there continued to be scattered rises on this bend as I cast repeatedly with no success. I was bent over to examine the surface more closely when it hit me. Well a near miss anyway. I had been casting to the rings in the water from debris knocked in by a big grey squirrel in the oak tree hanging over the river. please don’t say I need glasses. The ones I’ve got weight more than my flyrod.
Hey Jim,
Perhaps HEAVIER glasses?
Mark
Priceless! You can fish with me any time. 
That’s pretty funny…thanks, but not quite as good as mine. Last week, I was fishing the Ausable in NY, using mostly soft hackles. Caught a tree behind me, pulled the fly out and continued casting. I knew there were a bunch of 12 to 14 inch browns holding in a certain spot and was wondering why I wasn’t hammering them. After 10 casts or so I decided to change over to a slate gray emerger…and discovered the soft hackle was probably still in the tree. I think I NEED HEAVIER GLASSES :lol:
Ken
Thanks, rainbowchaser, I needed that! Just loved it…
Best story in a long while.
I think you need those “squirrel glasses”!
Only a slight change to your current perscription. 
Squirrels always run from me. How did you manage that they stayed around that long to cause you such distraction.
Now that’s FUNNY!!!;);)
Fatman
Maybe you needed that squirrel debris fly pattern? :lol:
Funny!
bobbyg
Just this past Sunday I was trout fishing. On one drift I had takes from 2 different fish (didn’t connect on either one), but none on subsequent drifts through the same spot. Well, I figured they lost interest and moved to another pocket. After about 5 minutes in that area I decided to check my flies and found none on my tippet, which meant I was fishing without them for about 10 minutes. I was glad I was by myself, but I still had to laugh.
I have an even better story. I was fishing below a railroad bridge one day, nymphing. I saw a young man staring under the bridge while he was tying on a fly. I watched as he began throwing dries at what he thought were fish rising. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the rings were being made from condensation drops hitting the water from the above bridge. I didn’t want to seem arrogant so I never said a word even after we later spoke and he told me how the fish rising underneath the bridge wouldn’t take his flies. I just didn’t have the heart.
stronger lenses perhaps 
I can’t believe I’m going to admit to this episode. I was fishing for the first time on a public stream not stocked by the state, but by a local fishing chapter when a hatch occurred. There were fishing rising all around me. I tied on fly after fly as the fish continued to rise. I’d look in the water and then tie on another fly and nothing–no takes. This went on for, gees, it had to be a good half-hour when my buddy, who had fished there many times before, approached me. He asked how I was doing and I told him the story of the fish that rose around me and how I couldn’t match the hatch. His body began to convulse with laughter, which I didn’t appreciate because I was extremely frustrated. When he calmed down enough so that I could understand his speech, he explained to me that “Everyday around this time a guy upstream feeds pellets to the fish.” Talk about being embarrassed!
Maybe a “Nut Bugger” for the squirrel?
Mike