Waters & words : a celebration of flyfishing

To see or not to see.

The other day, PD came up the river bank to where I was standing and bummed a fly off me. Nothing unusual about that. But then, after I handed him a #18 nymph, I had to watch as he squinted, and cocked his head to one side, and held his hands out far in front of him.



(this was before he got specs, but I think it was a #8 woolly bugger he was struggling with)

I obliged and lent him a spike to clear the hook eye, but the show continued.

“Give it here, you old crock”, and I had a bash. I had the fly threaded in no time at all. I wound the tippet around seven times and then I couldn’t get the point through the loop in a clinch knot.  Damned thing went all fuzzy on me!


I used my trick, where every time I think it is through, I waggle the end to see if it is captured in place. It wasn’t. I tried again. At that point PD cracked a joke and my hand started to shake with my half suppressed laughter.

Neil arrived and offered to save both of us old crocks from our misery, but pride and determination took over, and I willed that slender bastard through the gap.

Success. Spectacles order delayed by another week.

3 responses

  1. Kenov

    Nice spot. Looks as if it could be in Montana.

    December 10, 2013 at 9:05 pm

  2. Tim, don’t worry, I was taught that knot…know it off by heart! (but old habits die hard…old dogs, bones etc) . And when I get the glasses, I wonder if I will remember to wear them? 🙂

    December 10, 2013 at 12:32 pm

  3. There are two problems here, one is the loss of ones eyesight with old age will come to us all, but darn it, seven times around and through the loop? You need to learn some new knots.. 🙂 If I might be so bold: http://paracaddis.wordpress.com/2013/10/26/in-for-a-penny/ Regards and thanks for a nice post.. Tim

    December 9, 2013 at 9:09 pm

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