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"Yoda"
The Dagobah System, where one goes to find Yoda, and learn the ways of the force. We use Star Wars references to keep the identity and location of the people and places located in this Dagobah System a secret. So if you know where this "System" is located, please keep it to yourself. :) (thank you)
Headed out on a great adventure. I fished this spot the first year I started fishing, all 3 years ago and knew then that it was something very special and equally awesome. I didn't get to go last year because of some reason or another, so I was very excited to be going back, just like Luke, going back to complete my training. The first time here Bryan G and I met "Yoda". Yoda is an older guy who loves to fish the Wild West. His life is dedicated to fish, tying, his wife and family, and about living a purified life. When I pulled up the dirt road and made the turn and saw his red truck I knew I was blessed, the fishing was good, and Yoda was home. He spoke of this place so secretly and it is no wonder why he wants to keep it that way. So why did he tell us you might be asking if it is such a secret. Well I did ask him that and his immediate response was; "I still don't know." He told me what the fishing had been like recently and told me where I should head to in the morning, I listened well to the advice, started a fire, ate some dinner, drank a few PBRs, a sip or two of delicous Redwood Creek vino and hit the thermarest.
I awoke in the morning a bit cold, a low of 27 will do that to you. I got my breakfast of freeze dried eggs and bacon, plenty of coffee and headed out. I had an idea of what I was in for, but what I expected was unlike anything I have experienced in my short years of fishing. If I could put a song to it I would play "Surfin' Bird" by the Trashmen. You know; "Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow" (i hope by now you are singing it)
Standing in one spot and not even shuffling my feet, casting away, I would catch fish after fish. They were angry and smacking most anything that came even near their way. I used a variety of dries which produced. Some big hoppers, stimulators, and a few grumpy frumpys (i could've used more, thanks cheech). As for the nymphs olive hares ear, black hares ear, and wouldn't you know it the raggedy andy. Actually, when things stopped working I went to the R.A. and never looked back.
I fished from the time I took in calories and caffeine in the morning until sunset everyday. Not much else to say about the first weekend in the Dagobah System other than when I was fishing I was focused on the water and the rest of the time my mind was free to wander, ponder, and reflect.
Headed out on a great adventure. I fished this spot the first year I started fishing, all 3 years ago and knew then that it was something very special and equally awesome. I didn't get to go last year because of some reason or another, so I was very excited to be going back, just like Luke, going back to complete my training. The first time here Bryan G and I met "Yoda". Yoda is an older guy who loves to fish the Wild West. His life is dedicated to fish, tying, his wife and family, and about living a purified life. When I pulled up the dirt road and made the turn and saw his red truck I knew I was blessed, the fishing was good, and Yoda was home. He spoke of this place so secretly and it is no wonder why he wants to keep it that way. So why did he tell us you might be asking if it is such a secret. Well I did ask him that and his immediate response was; "I still don't know." He told me what the fishing had been like recently and told me where I should head to in the morning, I listened well to the advice, started a fire, ate some dinner, drank a few PBRs, a sip or two of delicous Redwood Creek vino and hit the thermarest.
I awoke in the morning a bit cold, a low of 27 will do that to you. I got my breakfast of freeze dried eggs and bacon, plenty of coffee and headed out. I had an idea of what I was in for, but what I expected was unlike anything I have experienced in my short years of fishing. If I could put a song to it I would play "Surfin' Bird" by the Trashmen. You know; "Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow" (i hope by now you are singing it)
Standing in one spot and not even shuffling my feet, casting away, I would catch fish after fish. They were angry and smacking most anything that came even near their way. I used a variety of dries which produced. Some big hoppers, stimulators, and a few grumpy frumpys (i could've used more, thanks cheech). As for the nymphs olive hares ear, black hares ear, and wouldn't you know it the raggedy andy. Actually, when things stopped working I went to the R.A. and never looked back.
I fished from the time I took in calories and caffeine in the morning until sunset everyday. Not much else to say about the first weekend in the Dagobah System other than when I was fishing I was focused on the water and the rest of the time my mind was free to wander, ponder, and reflect.