“Dude, if I fall in I want the water to stop right here!” Shawn said, pointing at his chest where his wading belt was secured.
He dipped the little head of the fish back into the water, and watched as it slipped from his fingers. A smile that could be seen from the moon spread across his face. After a few more casts, it was time to move on.
“Yeah.” Shawn replied.
“There will mostly likely be fish around that rock. I want you to aim your fly at that rock, okay?” I said.
“Got it!” Shawn said.
Shawn had been having trouble getting his indicator where it needed to be, but this time he nailed the target... a little too well.
“Out of all the times I asked you to cast to a specific spot, this is the one time you actually hit the target?” I asked, sarcastically as he tugged on his line to free the snag.
“Can I watch you nymph this spot?” Shawn asked, “it helps me to learn when I see a master like you at work.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere in fly fishing... Just kidding.” I said, and took his fly rod.
I presented my nymphs just above the rock, while adding a quick flick to mend the line before it hit the water. I did my best to explain how and why I worked the fly line the way I did, so that Shawn could understand. As I was watching my indicator, I saw a large flash directly under it, and I set the hook! My fly rod doubled over with a fish, and I looked back at Shawn with a smile.
“What? Your indicator didn’t go down. How did you know you had a fish?” He asked.
“I saw the flash of the fish feeding under water. Sometimes they take in your fly and spit it out so fast that your indicator doesn't have time to go down.” I explained while fighting my fish.
“So, I probably wouldn’t have caught that fish?” Shawn asked.
“Probably not.” I admitted, “but you can help me land this fish; it’s a big sucker fish.” I said, handing the rod to Shawn while I grabbed my net and scooped up the fish.
Shawn’s SUV started, which was a nice sound considering it didn’t start last time, stranding us out there for a few extra hours. We geared down and started to drive out of the canyon.
“Well, good job on your fish today. Here’s to many more!” I said.
“Heck yeah, Dawg!” Shawn said, and we ended the day on a fist-bump.