direct hits

Direct hits. There are phrases used in the various branches of the United States military that can be uttered anywhere and even civilians who have never served, understand instantly, like "direct hit". Not much to wonder about there. Now in civilian life if I say, to a man, some women wear the skirts way to short, and some women wear there skirts far to long, well guys always get the meaning, the direct and implied, it never gets the same response from women. Those words leave some folks wondering. So does, the less often used one of, "effects on target". That means you got close enough, to do some damage, sorta like horse shoes and hand grenades, as in, that will work or get the job done. But it leaves a lot, or way too much, to the imagination. Trout sometimes make complete sense. Some times they drive me over the edge. But when you get a night of held warm air, not a whisper of moonlight and the same air temp at sunrise, I know what a rainbows gonna do. Its going to feed at the sunrise surface until either the wind wrecks the placid face or the sunlight drives him deep to keep from becoming an osprey's next meal. So just yesterday, with a lake surface so flat you had to look twice, almost like somebody unrolled a sheet of shiny tin foil. It was smooth. My eyes glazed across the surface as I took in rising trout pock marking the sheen. I knew with out a doubt, they were feeding. I got the message. I said quietly, to the lake, I read you Lima Charlie, loud and clear. I drew the 8 foot five weight, laced it ever so slowly through the guides and tethered a two pound fine piece of line almost transparent in its manufacture. The line, barely visible, To wit, I added a hand tied fake white moth, just a wee winged angel, delicate in its desire to rest atop that calmest of calm waters. I paddled out, and then I flicked my lighter, the cigar smoke hung, it didn't drift, and neither did I, I false cast several times; I had to get my morning kinks out, check the fly's loft, and to balance my eye, against the actual line length. Today I didn't want effects on target. I wanted direct hits. Not one thing was gonna be left to the imagination. I wanted the trout to get the precise point. With the fly in the air, I covered a rise, the moth alighting, a dapple of its own. Oh the forever wait, the endless hope, that infernal pause, did the two eyed hungry trout get one of its lustful organs of vision on my prized fly? With a toilet bowl flush of swirling water, I had my answer, and then I gave that long fat rainbow trout, a direct hit. The trout whisperer