One new voicemail…hmmmm…who would have called me so early on a workday? It was Cope. His message said, “Dude…you don’t look so good, are you sick? You should take the day off and I have the perfect remedy.”
He was of course talking about taking the day off and fishing the Eno River again. He was trying to find some mojo. Unfortunately, I couldn’t fish with him that day because I had to leave for a scout camp out after work and hadn’t finished packing yet. If I was to take any time off from work that day it was to pack my gear for the campout.
Later that day as my boys and I got ready to leave, I checked my phone. There were five missed calls from Cope and one voice mail.
“Oh no,” I thought, “was he hurt? Was there something wrong with the river? Did he need to borrow some flies that would work?”
Hurriedly, I checked my message. Sure enough, it was Cope and he was as frantic as I had ever heard him.
“Duuuuude, where are you?! I need…I need…to celebrate,” Cope’s message said.
There is really just one thing Cope would have called about needing to celebrate. It had to be a BIG fish story. I dialed his number and Cope answered…he was as giddy as a school girl. Now, before I tell you what had him so giddy…if you recall from my last blog, Cope and I had spent the day fishing the Eno and I had landed a great bass on my five weight. Cope called it the biggest he had ever seen out of the Eno River. I told him I had seen much bigger…heck I had caught a couple bigger.
Well if Cope doubted then, he no longer doubts now. Cope landed a 24-inch lunker that he estimated at seven pounds. What’s more, he caught in on a deer hair popper that he tied himself. As a fly fisherman I can tell you there isn’t anything much better than landing a quality fish on a fly you tied. Now that’s mojo…way to go Cope!