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Snoods and tippets

George Washington’s pocket fishing box

Nothing is more confusing than leaders and tippet. If you set out one morning to make fly fishing arcane, you couldn’t invent something better than tippet.  There’s the whole stupid system of nomenclature, 5x, 6x, 0x. Who calls something 0x? And then you get saltwater with a completely different poundage nomenclature and its own wacky world.  Wouldn’t it make sense that if you were going to catch a 200-pound fish, you’d need a 200-pound leader? But of course you don’t. You use a 20-pound class tippet attached to something called a bite tippet that’s 60 pounds and can’t be longer than 12 inches or some such to qualify. Or something. Unless of course you’re using wire because the thing has teeth.

The leader attaches to the end of the fly line (which is the part of the line that looks like the line in a weed whacker). You add tippet, which is just more leader really, to the end of the leader to make the leader last longer. The fly ties to the tippet. It’s the least obvious thing in the world.  When I bought my first fly rod at Gibson’s Discount Center circa 1970 I pulled off some monofilament from my spinning rod and tied it to the end of my fly line, probably with a square knot.  Nothing wrong with that, except of course it’s not right.  I’m just lucky it didn’t explode.

Since October I’ve lost four good fish on broken leaders or tippet: two nice trout, two bass, and a permit.  A permit.  The second permit I’d hooked and lost in two days. The first flipped off the hook, but it was the second that hurt. My permit.  The only good thing was that for the permit at least the guide thought the leader was cut, not snapped.

Back when I abandoned the square knot and tried to figure out leaders–trout leaders–I started tying my own progressive leaders. There’s a joke there about Democrats. I learned a lot of knots, I learned a lot about how leaders are built. I also learned that most guides hate knotted leaders, and at his first chance the guide would pull off my carefully built leader and replace it with the store-bought kind. I think they all figured my kind of magnificent casting must be blamed on something, and the knotted leaders were the first thing to hand.

Like fly lines, leaders were originally built from lengths of braided horsehair (called snoods). There are still guys out there who make horsehair lines and leaders.  Progress was made when somebody started making leaders out of the silk gland of silk worms, called silk gut. We’ve made a lot more progress, but I’m sorry we don’t still call stuff snoods.

Trotline with Snoods, from Wikipedia Commons

For bass and sunfish I use nylon leaders and tippet. At least theoretically nylon’s cheaper, bass and sunfish aren’t leader shy, and in a perfect world I need some nylon for trout dry flies, because nylon floats on the surface and fluorocarbon breaks the surface film.  The problem with nylon is that it rots faster than fluoro, and that $7 spool of tippet gets expensive fast when I have to replace it every year. The only way I can tell it’s rotten before I lose a fish is because it breaks easy barehanded. I lost both bass on 3X nylon tied to poppers. The 3X was rotten. It wasn’t that old, really, but I’m convinced the stuff doesn’t stay strong for more than a year, so now when I buy new leaders and tippet I mark the envelope or the spool with the month and year I bought it.

At least theoretically I mark the spool with the month and year I bought it.  Usually I look at the spool at the store and think I need to mark the spool with the month and year I bought it.

For nymphs and streamers I use fluorocarbon. It’s stronger for the same diameter and theoretically there’s less breakage from abrasion. It’s problem is that it sinks, but that’s not a problem for nymphs or streamers. I use fluoro for saltwater for the same reasons.  It may rot too, but slower than nylon. I lost both trout on 4X and 5X fluorocarbon leaders and tippet. One broke at the tippet ring, and the other at a knot.  I think the tippet was rotten, and the fish was well played, and the knot was well tied. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I don’t tie my own freshwater leaders any more. I buy 7.5’ 0X leaders for bass and 3X for sunfish and trout. From that base I can build whatever I need. The guys at the fly shop advised me to never fish bass with anything less than 12 lb tippet or leaders.  That’s about 0X, but I still use mostly 2X. It’s all simple really, and I don’t know why anyone would accuse fly fishing of being arcane.

I just wish instead of tippet I was buying snoods.

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Carp Diem

Note: For the last year I’ve looked at this blog post and debated whether I should correct it. The fish probably weren’t carp (notwithstanding what folk on the Guadalupe call them), but some form of cold water sucker. Basically, my sucker identification skills suck.

Fried carp and carp stew are a traditional Czech Christmas eve dinner. Carp eggs are eaten as caviar here in the states. Carp are popular sport fish in Europe. Carp are native to Asia and Europe, but have spread everywhere. I’ve fished for carp before, grass carp, in Buffalo Bayou.

I grew up thinking carp were trash fish and a nuisance. I’m not over it.

Yesterday we found carp in the cold tailwater of the Guadalupe River. Kris talked to a guy in a kayak who said he’d caught carp and striper coming down the river.  Kris saw them at the tail end of a large pool about a quarter mile upriver from Texas Highway 46. I was trying to fish below her, but she was yelling that there were fish and lots of fish and that the fish were nuts and just sitting there and get over there right now.  They were nuts, and they were just sitting there.  Move toward them they moved away but they didn’t leave, and they were in the shallow end of the pool where you could watch them easily in a foot or so of water. There must have been 20 of them, hanging in pods of four or five fish, all of them about two pounds. I came up and hooked two but they came off the hook and I said these trout surely are peculiar.  I’m quick that way.

I had hooked a trout earlier, but again my leader broke, above the tippet ring. I’ve got to figure out my leaders. That’s twice I’ve broken off trout in the Guadalupe.

Kris hooked a carp on a black streamer and kept it on the hook. I knew it wasn’t a trout once the dorsal fin flared. It wanted whatever was about to have it for lunch to regret those first few bites.

We could watch the carp roll on the surface and move to eat under the surface.  I fished up the river looking for trout but then hooked a carp on a pheasant tail nymph below a prince nymph below a bead egg.

We left mid-afternoon as it started to rain.  What Reims is to sparkling wine, Lockhart is to barbecue, so we headed to Lockhart. Lockhart is on the way to nowhere, but it was enough on our way home to make it worth the trip. There are four barbecue places of note in Lockhart: Smitty’s, Black’s, Kreuz Market, and Chisholm Trial. Kreuz Market and Smitty’s are connected in a family drama.

I’ve never been to Chisholm Trail, but of the other three the quality of the barbecue is inverse to the atmosphere. Smitty’s is my favorite, located in a charming storefront with a pressed tin roof and clean white walls. Black’s is still in an ancient meat market a couple of blocks from the courthouse. Kreuz is a barn of a place, decorated with randomly placed butcher tools. There’s nothing appealing about the place and there is a long line, but it is great barbecue.

I ordered three pork chops because I wanted to try them, and it was two too many. Other than that I’ve got my barbecue order for the two of us down to an art: one pound fatty brisket, one sausage, four ribs. My half of the sausage goes into a slice of white bread for a sandwich, with pickles and onion and sauce. The rest is finger food.

At Kreuz your get free Blue Bell ice cream at the end. At least theoretically you get free Blue Bell ice cream at the end. I don’t know how those people in the Blue Bell line had room.

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Girdle Bugs

I tried to fish for trout on the Guadalupe Sunday without a split shot, and ran into two problems.  The flow is so slow, and the river is so shallow, that the weight of my attractor–a girdle bug tied on a muddler hook–was still causing too many hangups in the rocks.  I had wrapped them 10 times or so with .025 wire.  I re-tied this week with .015.

It raised a problem for me, how do I tell last week’s girdle bugs, which would be just fine in heavier water, from this week’s girdle bugs?  I searched the internet, where writers suggested you should organize your fly boxes by weight.  Fat chance that.  My fly boxes are filled with good intent, but this week’s organization is largely chaos by the next time I go fishing.  I do manage to keep nymphs in one box, streamers in one, dries in a third, and little tiny things I can’t see anymore in a fourth.  And I like the notion of loading what I actually plan to fish in still another box.  I tied this week’s girdle bugs in brown, which contrasts from the prior week’s black.  Of course that means this week I have no black girdle bugs to fish.

I also had some 5x Umpqua tippet that was rotten.  How old was it? No clue, but it couldn’t have more than a decade. I guess after a few decades none of us are what we were.