A couple Memorial Days ago, my friend John Walker and I took a trip to Ontario. It was a little hot out so we elected do some warmwater fly fishing instead of going after trout on the Grand River Tailwater. We met out guide Ken Collins at his shop in Fergus (Grand River Troutfitters) and he drove us to a river a couple hours north of his place for a 21 kilometer float in persuit of big smallies and musky. We got our share of big smallies and exhausted ourselves casting 15" long "Half a Chicken" Musky Flies with Ken's 12wt but only one Musky was hooked (Unfortunately, It was hooked on a 7wt with 3x tippet, not Ken's Musky Tackle).
Anyway, after a long day on the water. Ken suggested that we head over to a different stretch of the river (about an hour away) and hit the evening hex hatch.
My friend John is notorious for what we call "Walkering" fish. I.E. catching fish while dragging a fly behind him, taking a leak, falling down, falling out of a boat, not looking etc., etc...John's fished with Ken a few times in the past, and they know each other well and Ken's a great guide, but a very intense person...
Anyway, we got to the spot about two hours before dusk and we could see swarms of hex spinners hovering up at tree top level! Didnt take long before they started dropping and we were into fish. Frankly, the fishing was so easy that John decided mess with Ken by "Walkering" a bunch of fish.
He looked for a hex spinner on the water, cast his imitation next to it, then looked straight at Ken and told him "I'm not looking anymore because every time I dont look I catch a fish". Then he heard the "gulp" set the hook and caugth one, then another. Pretty soon both of us are casting out, looking away, and catching some really nice smallmouth! Ken was livid.. he just couldnt get over the fact that we were catching fish "without paying attention"!