Will Ferrell Goes Fly Fishing

After floating hopelessly for a spell on a 'kind of' middle of nowhere reach of water, we decided to have a look at a bit of water running against a cliff bank 100 m up a side braid. We hopped out of the raft, walked over. I had taken the time to get myself over the narrow perch above a run and it wasn't until I looked in the top pocket in the upper reach of the run that I finally spotted fish. Amelia & our friend Jack then took the time to walk around to get in the proper position to work the one, large rainbow that was working the back water. It was a stunning fish to watch.

 

 

Not HUGE big, just big enough and doing a sexy enough bit of feeding to warrant the time to do it right... and get it all on video from my perch. It took 10 - 15 minutes for them to walk around and set up. Finally, they were in position. It was a windy day, wind howling loudly in the bush beside me. The riffled water beside them and the wind where I was meant that we had to pretty much yell to hear each other. Fair enough, we did what we had to and all was good.

Fast forward to later that afternoon. We were floating the main river past a good bit of water. The tailout had a great set of rocks. Amelia drift her flies past the rocks and a nice rainbow came to have a look but never took. It followed her fly 20 - 25 m but never committed. We pulled out below and beached the raft to walk back up to the rocks. I once again got up high to spot. I saw 3 rainbows in the wee pocket, only one was feeding.

Once more the wind was howling where I was. I could hardly hear for the wind in the matagouri bush. Assuming they had the same, I was yelling, LOUDLY. At one point, Amelia put her fly in the zone and a fish came to have a look "OH! HERE HE COMES!... ... ... REJECTED!" I yelled out. For the better bit of 10 minutes, I was givin'er vocally. It wasn't until I heard them muttering to themselves that I clued in. I said something in a normal, subdued voice and they both responded. Ah boy. Embarrassing! I'd just been yelling at them for 10 minutes when the accoustics where they were could have been normal talking! Uggh. As Jack said later, he'd never heard someone yell so loudly without being severely pissed off at him.
In hindsight, as I even sit here now, I'm still embarrassed by it. I kind of akin it to me being the Will Ferrell of fly fishing. In hindsight, my "REJECTED!" must have just seemed so Will Ferrell. I could easily see him doing a fly fishing movie, screaming out "REJECTED!!!".  For as much as I don't laugh at a lot of Will's movies, that would be a moment I would for sure. Awesome. I was there. Still embarrassed by it in my memory. Ah well. What can you do? Classic.

PS ~ Thanks to Jack Kos for the middle 2 pics. :)