Not a wink of sleep last
night. It was a full moon and I was
constantly blowing my nose and coughing like a 70 year old chain smoker. I’m absolutely wrecked. I hadn’t been sick in three years but now
twice in two months and both times on a killer fishing trip – really sucks.
It took at least four cups of
coffee to get me on my feet. It’s a good
thing Misty’s boys keep bringing it or I may not have got up at all. As I was loading up on the caffeine I
assessed the river from my highpoint and decided its so terribly gray looking
that rather than pound away aimlessly with my 9-weight and streamers I’d rig my
5-weight and Polish Nymph for snowtrout.
I hobbled down to the river in
front of the breakfast tent and went to work with two beautiful woven nymphs
tied by no other than my man Vladi Trezbunia.
I haven’t Polish nymphed in a year but if I do say so myself, Vladi
would have been proud. A half hour went
by with nothing. I was just losing
interest when I hooked up to a nice fish and in a matter of 3 seconds my 1X
Flouro leader snapped. Dang!
There’s nothing worse than
breaking off a fish and not seeing what it was.
I re-rigged and fished another hour but nothing. The fish could have been a mahseer or even
better because I’ve never caught one, a snowtrout.
I’d of fished longer but its
interview day. Remember, the purpose of
this trip is to make a kick ass segment for Confluence Films next movie, Waypoints. We’ve got all the great fishing footage we need;
now Misty and I need to talk and tell our story. Jim Klug and Chris Patterson are real pros as
directors and they guided us through some good commentary and another sweet
addition to this segment is done.
After the interviews we floated
20 kilometers to the famous Chukka, the legendary village from the classic; Man Eaters of the Kumaon, by JimCorbett. Corbett was a famous tiger
hunter from the 1930’s. He didn’t kill
tigers for sport but rather he killed man eating tigers. Chukka is famous because it was here that he
killed on of the most elusive man eaters of all time. This tiger killed over 450 people! Most of you know but in case you don’t, I have a tiger story of my own that will give you nightmares.
We got to Chukka at 3 PM. All of us except Misty were spent. You can’t imagine how a trip like this wears
you down, despite being the trip of a lifetime, it’s grueling, and I being sick
had me in a borderline coma. Nonetheless
as I was dozing in my chair after lunch, Misty suggested we start swinging
flies.
It was 110ยบ and there wasn’t an ounce of wind.
My hair may as well been on fire.
I deliriously staggered to the rivers edge and started doing the
motions. Chris followed with his camera
and I’m guessing he was about the same.
I’ll never forget this, I was so hot and out of it I thought I saw
schools of mahseer swimming around my fly line.
I was actually hallucinating!
I caught myself nearly asleep
and snapped out of the daze because I realized I’d let my fly sink incredibly
long. I was sure to get snagged. I made a quick strip in hopes it would
come. But it didn’t. I was hooked on something alright and it
bolted down towards the head of the Chukka Rapids like a 90lb tarpon on a
shallow flat. My Tropic Express line
disappeared. My Bimini Twist connection
crackled through the guides of my Ross RX 9-weight. Then my backing sizzled off.
The Chukka Rapids are
serious. Where I stood was serious. But seriously, if this fish took me down the
Chukka Rapids it would be game over – seriously!
As my personal big fish luck
often goes, I was nearly out of backing and the hard pulling fish was at the
head of the Chukka Rapid. And he
stopped. He had to of known of the rapids
but unwisely decided not to go down.
Perhaps he had another plan for me.
For the next ten minutes,
with Chris’s movie camera on me and Klug and Whitney now awake and near my side
the golden mahseer and I battled. He
literally made all the wrong moves he could and I kept the heat on. Soon to our disbelief, despite muddy inhospitable
conditions, rapids and angler fatigue, we topped the big mahseer we caught
three days ago!
No one was dazed
anymore. We were wide awake. I held one of the most beautiful and
memorable fish of my life while Chris filmed and Klug shot stills. Then I removed Misty’s brown sculpin pattern
and turned this incredible creature back to the Mahakali River. Man this is going to be an incredible
segment!
Misty, Whitney, Jim and I
fished our butts off from that minute till dark. Not a fish, a bite or a touch. Today’s monster was about keeping your fly in
the water and never giving up. You got
to believe in miracles!
Meanwhile, a Chukka local
came to warn Misty a tiger was in the area.
At 5 PM, less than a mile away this tiger took a tied up cow from its
post and headed for Tak. This was the
cat’s third kill of cattle in less than a week.
This does change things!
Being filmed doesn’t allow me
to take pics. A SPECIAL THANKS is in order to Jim Klug and Chris Patterson of
Confluence Films who not only brought me on this trip but also provided most of
the blog photos.
Again, please toss my old
hotmail email address that I can no longer check and let’s reconnect at jeffcurrier65@gmail.com THANKS!