We had the festival here in Va. this weekend, Dotman had a good show, We met Ol#art and Wayne B., good folks, now for that Tuber guy, He comes down here with his world famous fudge, says his tying ain’t much, gets many compliments from strangers on his tied ants, I take him to Mossy Creek which has a reputaion for skunking anglers, within a couple of hrs, he’s caught 4 browns, then the next day he’s won a $400.00 dollar value drawing on the raffles at the show, luck of the Irish, I don’t know, but I sure was happy that this little FAOL fishin (thats what I called it) we had down here went so well…
The Buckeye Bandit called me on his cell while he and Dotman were headed out for big 'ol juicy steak to celebrate his good fortune, and I got to hear the details of how he was the star of the show. I guess we’ll have to put him back in his rightful place once he checks back into the Island Nation of Ohio. Until then, he’s YOUR problem!
Yep! I got “THE CALL”, from The Vise Varmint" LAST NIGHT, and after 20 seconds on the phone, I’d have sworn I was talking to Lee Wulff!??
"Yeah…he begins… "Great, trip!! I KNEW, when I came up here, to “Virginy”, I’d have my hands full trying to teach these backwoods hillbillies “How to fly fish and how to tie flies, properly”! Hand my hands full, I did, considering the lack of intelligence, (compared to my OWN, Paul!), of these guys, so I had to go out on one of their local “so-called streams” and show 'em all how it’s done!
You know, how it is, Paul… first they want my autograph, naturally, then they drool chewy tobac juice into my fly box, when I open it and show 'em all what REALLY well tied flies look like! The fish’in part was easy though, I didn’t even try hard, just did my usual expert casting and working the fly like always, nothing to it.
Took a dozen or more, is some local drainage ditch, the locals call “Mossy Creek” that I was told, “was tough”. “Tough”?? Paul, I almost FELL ASLEEP, fishing was so easy!
Well, I gotta go, for now, few local fellows are waiting for my autograph and to have their pictures taken with me, so they can brag to their friends I guess!?
Oh, yeah, my fudge was also, well received! Had several offers for $50.00 a pound, but I couldn’t charge these poor folks that much, feel’in sorry for them, never having had REAL fudge before.
There’s also talk of me being on the local morning talk show, tomorrow, but I may have to pass that, by. Gotta get home.
I just got home…have to eat & unpack, but I’ll respond more later.It WAS a fun & LUCKY weekend indeed!! I must admit that the gentlemen who complimented me on my red butt epoxy ants probably need eye exams, but compliments are still nice.
I didn’t expect anything nice from that certain “left-coaster”…heck, he’s still burnin’ about being deported from the great Nation of Ohio!
You’ll all be happy to know that upon arriving home, I locked my keys in the Jeep, the spare set were misplaced at the shop by Molly’s Dan the last time he worked on it, found, but not yet returned to me, so it’s gonna be awhile until I unpack!!!..Where’s my luck NOW??? :mad: :rolleyes: :oops:
Mikey
I believe they call that your “comeuppance.” Kind of takes you off cloud nine and gets you ready for the beating you’ll take on the Au Sable in just 10 short weeks. I’m not even going to open a fly box with that crowd. I’ll just work out of a brown paper bag in my shirt pocket. Between HRH Betty and St Paul, we won’t be able to hold a candle to the tying and fishing of those folks.
Oh… welcome home, Mikey. Good to have you back in the Island Nation of Ohio.
flybinder----
You really mean he said all of that stuff about me? Nawwww, couldn’t have. Tobacco chewin’ hillbilly. Well, Darn. Now I don’t know what to say.
He couldn’t be all that bad cause his fudge WAS pretty good. At least the wife hasn’t gotten sick from it yet. It was probably the peanut butter in it that gave me gas.
flybinder, with you living on the left side it was a little too far for you to venture over this way and unfortunately you missed a good show. My big suprise was watching the fisherpeople catching trout out of the river that I remembered as the most polluted mess that you have ever seen.
I’ll bet you never had a river that caught fire. We added a whole new meaning to “polluted” with that fiasco. We’ve had at least 10 recorded fires on that river, and the 1969 fire was reported as “another routine river fire.” It was under control in 30 minutes. Today we have steelhead migrating up that river, despite not being stocked.
You’ll all be happy to know that upon arriving home, I locked my keys in the Jeep
Well my friend, Mr. Tuber, if you all will remember the trip last year, after we had caught a couple native brookies, my buddy slipped and fell in, Well this year after me telling him so much how this stream was known for skunking folks, as soon as I saw the look on his face when he was landing his first brown, I had to say a little prayer “Lord thank you for my friend catching that fish, and please don’t let him fall in” Mike I’m glad you waited to get home to lock your keys in the Jeep not happy you did, just not here…:):(
Well Tim, Daughter Molly delivered my key & all is unpacked, although a little late. Looks like this trip deserves a “Reader’s Cast” article as it was quite a trip! Got some nice pictures too. BTW, Dot Man got a brown out of the Mossy today! He & I slept in & got a late start today, so I had to head out after breakfast, but Jerry went, then called me with the news after he finished fishing.
Mike
It’s a little late because he had to stop and eat pizza! Why he even gave his buddy from Pa the old Pizza Hut Brush Off while we were on the phone. Go figure. I would have thought I was worth at least some Prime Rib, but nnnooo, pizza![SIZE=2]:rolleyes: I will tell you the same thing Amy tells me, “If your going to dump me you better make certain it is for something good.”. I am going to ship your ring neck pelt with tails, head and crest in a Domino’s box from Pittsburgh! HA, HA!
Just teasing Mike a bit folks. It is always fun to talk to him but he really was very busy. Hey Mike, obviously your flies look great to the fish. Their opinions are the only ones that count! Good job, buddy, and I am glad that all had a good time!
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Thanks Eric,
BTW, thought I was gonna rest tonight, but youngest Daughter Maggie (the Teacher), has “volunteered” ol’ Dad to make a triple batch of my Italian Sloppy Joes for her “food day” at school tomorrow…I need to feed a staff of 26!..so much for REST! :rolleyes: Actually, it makes me feel good that the “kids” still call on me once in awhile.
Mike
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. I was thinking along the lines, of when bestowing Betty with “Her Royal Highness Betty”, Joe V. as “Oven God” and Jack H, with “The Honorable Sir Lord Hise”… that perhaps now, in light of his “recent activities” in Virginia that Ohio Tuber should be known as something more befitting his “aura”.
However, considering his other “attributes” to use the term VERY loosely, I’m leaning more towards a more befitting moniker.
“Fudge Master” came to mind, as did, “Styl’in Boots”, (which HE, will have to explain in depth, to anyone so curious). “Sloppy Joe” is just, too, plain OBVIOUS if you KNOW Mikey.
“The Buckeye Bandit” fits Mike, quite well considering how he’d taken advantage, in such a cruel and unfeeling manner, as he did with his so-called “friend” over a deal on a vise recently.
Then, his recent cell phone call, to me, on the night of his “Great Conquest In Virgina”, came to bear and I think it only fitting now, that I shall henceforth comment on my friend, Ohio Tuber, as “The Master Of The Mossy”.
Thanks to the great states of Ohio and Virginia I had the pleasure of the company and the show help of 2 ‘good ole boys’. Well maybe one and a half ‘good ole boys’. The other half is made of OSU. It was nice to meet several other posters here too. I learned something from all of them. There were funny moments, awkward moments, serious moments (the fishing part) and moments of reminising. A good way for me to mix business and pleasure; I thank them for it.
Mike does seem to have a charmed/lucky life. Good for him, but just so he knows, the person there with me last year also won a raffle with the prize being a rod and reel. So now I am thinking his winning has something to do with me rather just Irish luck. That just topped off his 4 trout day on the Mossey. He was full of himself that day, but boy was he pleased when his name was called. So now I hope he catches a fish of a lifetime this season for his prize to be fullfilled.
Tim and Mike good to see ya’ll again. George and Wayne it was nice to meet you. I leave you with a couple shots of Virginia.
It WAS a great trip, always made better by the people we all shared time with.
Jerry, sorry I couldn’t join you fishing Monday, but you also got one from the Mossy & from your picture, it looks like you got the largest trout.
Mike
Mr. Dotman you do indeed have the grand finally with you getting time to catch that fine brown, also thank you for the pics, you do have picture proof…
Now for honorable mention: I too had some succes, I did catch my first trout on my cane, brown as well, I have no proof other than the Lord and me, I went a couple holes down from Mr. Tuber, so far no one has mentioned that there was a electric fence running down past some of the creek. I was fishing in such an area when I hooked one on a wet wing, I hollered up to Mike but he couldn’t here me and I didn’t wanna yell, so I was gonna wait to I landed it then hold it up for him to see. Well when I got it to shore, I was very close to the fence line, I bent down to wet my hand in the water b-4 I held up the fish, not paying any attention to where the back of my right leg was and the fence line, well yep you got it, as soon as my hand went in that water and the back of my leg hit that fence needless to say I got a little more excited, and pulled that fly right out of that browns mouth as I stood straight up, clean release …lol I to had a wonderful weekend…
Yepper!..Tim’s catch was “shocking” for sure!
The great thing is that all 3 of us caught browns in the Mossy. Just another of many reasons to go back again next year!
Mike
I am going to ship your ring neck pelt with tails, head and crest in a Domino’s box from Pittsburgh! HA, HA!
