Alpha Centauri
Story by Mark Seligman
In March of 2006, I found myself in a jam. I was standing in the Rio Grande in Tierra del Fuego with the river running right and the famous Patagonian winds blowing upstream at about thirty miles per hour. Before the double handed revolution, casting with a single hander throwing a sinktip must have been exhausting. The double-handers are the way to go, but practicing enough to throw a decent line off either shoulder is obviously important and only a pudding brain like me would show up without any off shoulder skills.
In my hand was a fourteen foot, nine weight rod. My left shoulder skills were unpolished whether casting cack-handed or left hand up. It was about thirty minutes after sunset, and the guide had put a big heavy string leech on my line. During the day, we fished for the big sea-run browns using small flies; prince nymphs, Copper