Two Hammers

The Bro called Friday night.  He had just spent the day fly fishing on the west fork of the San Gabriel River.  (Friday - what about the job and kids, Bro?)  He reported lots of damsel fly action with the typical So Cal dry fly action.  He caught as many 11 inch rainbow trout as his rod arm could handle.  There was some mumbling about breaking off on a monster trout that was trying to pull him in.  I have learned that one brother’s monster is another brother’s typical catch.  We need to get up there one evening and get independent verification of this action.

“My fly rod lost its virginity yesterday”, is how the conversation with my brother started the otherday.  “I caught six trout in an hour on the San Gabriel River.”

In a twisted act of brotherly love I gave my brother a fly rod for Christmas this year.  He was already an accomplished spinning rod angler, actually quite dangerous with his G. Loomis ultra light.  I thought that a little fly fishing frustration might add nicely to his losing battle to balance a job and kids.

His second day on the water with his fly rod and he was already into six trout.  What a Stud!  And on a dry fly.  He probaly can not focus his thoughts on anything else besides fishing.  The long slide down the slope has begun.  Stay tuned for future updates as another life is ruined by fly fishing.