A Day with Brandon By Rene’ Harrop

Brandon Prince is a wild man. Ambitious, aggressive, and impatient, this man of the mountains exerts his will in any activity whether for business or pleasure. However, on a day designated for testing some new Airflo fly lines and a few other products connected to his profession of Regional Sales Representative in the Rocky Mountain region, it was difficult to know if we were at work or at play.

Airflo fly line test

Airflo fly line test.

With beautiful Sheridan Lake as the proving ground, we would be matching wits with some very large and wily Kamloops rainbows while applying techniques and tackle from a full continent away.

We began the morning casting dry flies to cruising surface feeders that fed randomly on an amazing spinner fall of Callibaetis mayflies. As a diehard dry fly man, I was perfectly content with shooting long casts to visual targets that ran from sixteen to twenty inches in length. Within little more than an hour, however, Brandon was pulling the anchor and heading for another location on the lake.

Got Flies

Got Flies.

Though Brandon insisted that we needed to vary the testing, I knew that his real motive in moving to deeper water was not based purely on professional responsibility and discipline.

While a four pound trout would satisfy any angler, there is an inner pig residing within the core of Brandon’s fishing mentality that was about to be released.

Leaving the rising trout and the dense weed beds of the upper lake, we were soon anchored in water that showed only minor surface activity. Probing a depth exceeding ten feet would require a complete change of tactics that would include multiple subsurface fly patterns and a very long leader.

Deep Water Rainbow

Deep Water Rainbow.

When the first fish hooked turned out to be a monster pushing eight pounds, Brandon began to cackle. None of the trout taken with the straight line technique would measure less than twenty inches, and we stopped fishing only because we were too tired to continue, or more honestly because the old guy was too tired. At more than twenty years my junior, Brandon would have continued until wind or darkness shut the fishing down.  Like I said, Brandon is a wild man.

The Wild Man

The Wild Man.

 

 

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