Last week, I got a great email from Suzy in the Orvis Human resources Department:
We have a candidate coming here on Thursday, Aug. 15 to interview for [job title here]. I am in need of someone to take him to lunch and fish with him. Would you be willing/available to be his host?
I thought long and hard about whether I would really want spend the middle of my work day on the water casting to beautiful brook trout. Duh.
I picked Jimmy up after his last meeting, we grabbed sandwiches from the Orvis Bistro, and then we headed to one of my favorite mountain brook-trout streams. It’s small enough that only one angler at a time could fish, so we’d trade off after catching a fish. This meant that, rather than splitting up to fish different water, we had a chance to hang out and talk while one of us fished.
I tied on a Yellow Stimulator with a Black Beetle dropper and handed the rod to Jimmy to start. It was clear right off the bat that A.) the man was a good caster, and B.) he knew his way around a mountain stream.
Things started off slowly, as we each picked off just a fish or two in the first hour. We tried changing to a Yellow Humpy, with no improvement in our luck.
Out of frustration, I said, “Let’s see if they’re eating under the surface.” I tied on a ridiculous Chernobyl Ant with a Prince Nymph dropper. Remarkably, we immediately started getting hits on the Chernobyl.
For the rest of our time on the water, we used just the Chernobyl, and the fish were jumping on it. These are wild brook trout, and they showed some serious aggression. I even caught a lovely little brown trout from the cushion behind a midstream boulder.
I had Jimmy back to his car and on his way to the airport just 5 minutes late–remarkable considering how good the fishing had been for our last half hour on the stream–and he was on his way. It was a great way to break up a work day; I love my job.
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