Tim McDougald

Also, another favorite from The Ghost and the Darkenss: Charles Remington : Well, I'm a very considerate man. My mother taught me that. [Samuel laughs] Charles Remington : Now, what the hell you laughing about? You don't think I'm considerate? Samuel : I don't believe you had a mother.

It is short for Heuristically Programmed ALgorithmic Computer

"If he is so effing smart, how come he is so effing dead" Jack Nicholson - Prizzi's Honor

Ok, I will tie some stuff up and let you know when they are ready.

Were you looking for specific types of flies (dry flies, nymphs, etc.)? Or were you looking for whatever people had available?

From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: A passionate environmental activist who successfully prevented the building of a dam across the Meramec River decades ago died Friday after a bicycle accident. Jerry Sugerman, a lifelong St. Louisan, was riding his bike on Forsyth Boulevard Friday afternoon when he crashed into a bus. Medics put him in an ambulance, but he suffered a heart attack, his wife Darlene Davies-Sugerman said. He was 78. “He was such a nice guy,” Davies-Sugerman said. The two were married for 21 years. “Funny, intellectual, curious, inventive, sincere. He was amazing. I can’t believe I found him ... I didn’t know what a jewel I married at first, because he was quite humble, too.” Read the rest here

I didn't, which is why I responded with humor...

No, that is not the message I took away. I must be one of those fly fishing purist masochists you mentioned. Or at least I am well on my way to being one. 😁

Thanks for the identification!

The water was very clear and did seem low, but that was my first trip there so I had nothing to compare it to. I had an interesting time so I am planning a return trip in a couple of weeks.

Yes, I need to be much sneakier next time. That shiner hit a dry fly ( a size 16 royal wulff) hard for such a litlle fish.

I've been wanting to go to Blue Springs Creek for awhile now and finally got the chance to go Saturday. I don't know much about that area so I followed my GPS to Highway N and eventually came to a spot were the GPS told me to make a left on an asphalt road that had signs for both Blue Spring Creek Conservation Area and and something called Blue Springs Ranch. The asphalt road turned into gravel and eventually I crossed a small concrete bridge and just past that a parking lot on the right. I got there about 9:00 AM. I mention all this for those who are familiar with the area. At any rate I got my waders on, strung my fly rod and tied a fly. As I walked across the bridge I saw a trout (hard to judge size under water but maybe 6-7 inches) flash across a pool and hide under some overhanging rocks. "Spooky wild trout" I muttered to my self "this should be interesting." I decided I would walk upstream for quite a bit and fish my way back down. I thought If I took my time maybe that trout would come out of hiding and I could sneak up on it. As I worked my way back down stream I caught this little guy (maybe Johnsfolly can identify it, but I certainly can't) but nothing else. Several hours, and no trout later, I was back near were I spotted that trout. Pretty much crawled into casting range and after a few casts I realized the trout had not come back out of hiding. Oh well. It was a interesting experience in a type of fly fishing I had not done before. I did learn a few things for next time.

Happy Birthday!

Thanks for the info!

Nah, my mistake