Straight from Captain Kirk himself, a tale a fly not tired, but retire.
"Several years ago my brother and I decided to splurge and did our first guided trip on the Yakima with Johnny Boitano. I'd fished the river countless times, but my brother had only fished it once prior to that. I figured what the hell- it would be worth it to see my brother get into a nice fish.
I hoped to catch something a little bigger than the typical 10-12 inch fish I'd regularly caught (those caught between skunkings, that is). It was late July and the hoppers were already starting, so as you can imagine we were throwing big uglies...Chernobyls that, like your retired fly, looked like nothing in particular but many things in general, I guess. We were a good ways into our float and the sun was just dropping behind the canyon walls. We'd each caught a few cookie cutter rainbows, and were having a great time with Johnny putting us on fish and joining in on the friendly banter that only brothers can share. I made a cast to a particular blade of grass on the shoreline (right where Johnny told me there would be a fish), and instantly the water exploded and my 4 weight bent nearly to the cork. "Good fish...Great fish!" Johnny proclaimed with honest enthusiasm. "Don't lose it- I'm going to get the boat to shallow water!" A tall order for sure, but I managed to keep the fish on as Johnny rowed cross the current to the slow water on river left. The fish lept 3 or 4 times, completely showing itself. The end result was a nice thick rainbow, an honest 19 incher. It was my biggest trout of the non-anadromous variety to date, and remains my largest Washington trout .
Come to think of it, maybe I should take the fly out of retirement: it's still got plenty of life in it, and I haven't caught a Yakima trout over 14 inches since then"
No Kirk, you keep that fly in your hat band. It's casting a good amount of good Ju-Ju on you as we speak
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