Achieving a Splendiferous Autumn

Anther oldie but a goodie. J.E.B. Hall used to write for us…and it was good. Then the angry hamster started traveling the world in support of sports. Here’s one of J.E.B’s first SCOF essays from issue no. 1 – FALL 2011. In this little ditty, J.E.B takes on the task of informing us all how to achieve bliss during the delayed harvest season. Where art thou J.E.B…we miss you.



Achieving a Splendiferous Autumn
By JEB Hall
Photos: JEB Hall and Steve Seinberg
Southern Culture On the Fly
Issue No. 1: Fall 2011

Delayed Harvest season has come to the Southeast once again. This is a magical time of year when the rivers are low, the water is clear, and state wildlife agencies pour writhing buckets of “mountain trout” into pools thought deep enough to sustain life. The month of October can make for some hectic moments throughout Southern Appalachia and anglers wanting to get the most out of Delayed Harvest should definitely have a solid game plan.



Choosing the right spot is key to mastering Delayed Harvest. There are several indicators that mark a particular stretch of river as good holding water for mountain trout and the best way to access this water is by parking in the right gravel pull- out. The most obvious pullouts are near bridges. Bridges seem to have a magnetic attraction for trout and fishing the pools directly under them will almost always end in success. Another key feature to look for is easy access. Choosing water within a 20-yard walk from the car will ensure that anglers get the maxi- mum amount of fishing time and allow those driving along the road to see them in action. Finally, the most assured sign of good fishing are other vehicles parked in a pullout. Parking near prime water can be complicated, but anglers shouldn’t let a full parking area discourage them. Delayed Harvest parking should be approached like a game of Tetris and with some flipping, flopping and 12-point turns, everyone can enjoy access to the best pools.


It has been said that in fly fishing, presentation is everything. This couldn’t be more true when it comes to fishing Delayed Harvest. One of the most common techniques is referred to as the “mid-stream down stream.” The concept here is to wade into the the exact middle of the river, face directly downstream, and rhythmically strip Wooly Buggers through the run until they come to rest at the tip of the fly rod. At one time, this style of fishing was so popular that Wooly Buggers became scarce in the fly bins of local shops and any shop guy with a bobbin and vise could double their salary by tying custom “boogers”.

As effective as the “M.S.D.S.” technique is, today’s Delayed Harvest anglers need to have a few more arrows in their quiver when faced with adverse conditions. One of those arrows should be the ability to water haul. Water hauling is important for some of the extreme distances anglers face while casting to mountain trout. To throw the long bomb, the line should be allowed to make contact with the water on each casting stroke and then violently ripped back into the air again. When properly executed the fly will make a distinct “bloop” with each stroke. There is no better way to get a fly out into those magical 30’s than water hauling.

For more the more advanced angler, studying some of the cutting edge tactics that local experts have developed to entice fish will certainly enhance their game. The most radical of these is the “dance of death”. This downstream presentation involves adding yards of slack to the line and waving the rod side to side to make the fly dance enticingly as it drops down to the fish. Hook sets in this situation can seem impossible, but leaving hooks armed with a barb helps to seal the deal. The “dance” should only be attempted by experts as it requires a Jedi-like sense of awareness to be effective.


Let’s be honest, the reason most of us fish is to be seen doing so. That being said, an angler’s appearance needs to be spot on from the clothes on their back to the stickers on their bumper. First off, one shouldn’t set foot out of the house without a wide brimmed hat. A circumference of 38″ is a minimum and there is no maximum. Style is up to the individual and groups of anglers look best when all hats correspond. Another essential piece of attire is a vest. Nothing screams “I’m a trout fisherman” to the civilian populace more than wearing a vest. Vests come in a variety of styles and colors that can suit the tastes of almost any fly angler. For maximum show, vests should have the appearance of a well-decorated Christmas tree. A fly patch full of flies, an assortment of trinkets that belong in a physics lab, and plenty of patches to show one’s loyalty to organizations, manufacturers and favorite destinations are great ways to make a vest look even more “fishy”. More rebellious anglers forgo vests all together, and

instead, choose to wear chest packs and gear bags. Like potato chips, one gear bag is never enough. A combination of a backpack, a chest pack and a waist pack is sure to get heads turning and fellow anglers wondering if they should ask for an autograph. All of these bags should be color coordinated and stuffed full for more stunning visual effect.


As mentioned above, choosing the right parking spot is important, and in doing so, anglers inadvertently leave their vehicle as a roadside billboard to the world. A collage of fishing stickers on the back glass of a luxury SUV is akin to the tattoos one displays while in prison. Each one has its own story and the collective narrative tells other anglers who’s truly a bad ass. The amount of surface area on a vehicle that can be covered in stickers is seemingly endless, but there are five rules to follow to make sure a vehicle is legit:

  1. You must display a TU sticker. Preferably one that spells out the words “Trout Unlimited”. Membership is optional.
  2. Stickers from manufacturers may only be displayed if there are more than three separate companies represented. Anglers are not required to own any of these brands of gear.
  3. There must be sufficient sticker coverage as to render the vehicle’s rear view mirror useless.
  4. Some stickers must be placed on areas forward of the taillights.
  5. Vehicle must always be parked to allow maximum sticker visibility.


Fly fishing is, and always has been, considered a “gentleman’s sport.” Proper etiquette is the dignified bond that ties all fly anglers together. Delayed Harvest streams often come with their own set of behavioral guidelines based on location and the local fishing population. There are some common themes among all DH anglers that should be referred to when on the water. The first thing to remember is there is no such thing as too crowded. The more people in a stretch, the better the water is being covered. More than five anglers fishing in a run establishes what is known as a “Wall of Pain.” Establishing a “Wall” creates a great opportunity for anglers to watch other anglers catch fish, and at the same time, deftly blocks boat traffic from making its way downstream. Anglers should also keep in mind that “fishing through” is their God given right, and they should never let some bogged down duffer stop them from reaching their desired water. Most important rule in DH etiquette addresses the issue of guides. Fishing guides should always be regarded as second class citizens. Anyone who refers to going fish- ing all day as “work” is clearly a noncontributing citizen and has not earned the same rights to use the water as someone who is fishing to feed their soul. Actions such as blocking guides’ access to boat ramps or casting into their sports’ runs is not only acceptable, but should be encouraged. The fewer the guides, the better the fishing.

Delayed Harvest fishing is tough, but the dedicated Southern fly angler is tougher. Following the advice given above is a good baseline to having a successful season on the water. Those looking to take their fishing even further should follow this article up with fly angling research basics such as fly shop employee interrogation, Internet chat board discussions and intensive magazine studies.

Hook em’ in the guts,

The Hamster


Is That Spring I Smell…Or Did Somebody Fart?

Back in the shop, tethered to the front counter like a dog on a leash.  I’m not gonna see the water till at least next Wednesday, but I did get out earlier this week. Hit a couple of different rivers that I tend to frequent somewhat infrequently… mainly due to the walking aspects of the whole affair.  I can report that WNC’s rivers are full of trout, none of which appear to be that bright…enjoy some pics courtesy of Steve.

I will fish again,

– dave

Slaughter House Rules

I fly fish for trout. I release trout…most of the time. There is a river near the house which just opened for harvest this week. The fish have been there since December and have gotten nice, healthy, and delicious eating everything that a self-respecting trout should eat (i.e. everything except trout chow). By this weekend there won’t be a trout left in the river as the wave of fish killing worm chuckers have descended like locusts and their thirst for blood won’t be quenched until there is nothing left to catch but suckers. Most years I would avoid the place like the plague, but this year I decided to see how the other half lives…I am now the fly fishing version of Dan Aykroyd in Trading Places. The reasoning goes, if they are all gonna get killed any way, why not let them die in the most honorable manner a trout can wish for…by fly. We were thinking about doing a feature on fly fisherman run amuck but after killing our limits, and taking a look at the photographic evidence, we decided that we should never speak of the incident again…much like a Uruguyan Rugby team stuck in the Andes…we did what we had to do…for our freezers…you wouldn’t understand unless you were there man. Here are some pictures from the day that probably won’t wind up being on the next TU slideshow.

I am ashamed…but surprisingly full….Trout are delicious…who knew?


Post Turkey Day Quandry

Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. I fried a turkey for the family, one more time beating the odds and not blowing up myself or my home up…it’s just a matter of time really. I am now 20 pounds heavier and at least 20 years gassier. There will be no fishing for me today, but I got out with Steve last week to beat up on some DH fish for a few hours. Looking back through the pictures, a question emerged:

Which do you think disturbed Steve more?

When I caught this first cast slab of rainbow out of the hole he had abandoned after working it for fifteen minutes


When he happened on what can only be described as Bambi’s recent decapitation on his way back to the truck?

Gotta love the wildlife spottings in Western North Carolina this time of year.

– Dave