One of my favorite things to do in winter is fly south. That’s right, when the winter holidays roll around, this bird flies home to Nashville, and I always make it a point to visit my friends at Fly South flyshop down on Music Row.
Fly South is as good as it gets. Not only do they have a deep inventory of good gear, tying materials and clothing, owner Jim Mauries and his crew, Jim Monroe & Steve Nix, know all there is to know about how to use it, when to wear it, where to throw it, and why to tie it. If you have any questions about fishing some of the Tennessee tailwaters, these are the guys to call.
On top of that they are good people. Last year when my dad had knee surgery they actually sent a care package to the house with fishing books and dvds to entertain him during his recovery.
Everyone in there is laid back and super knowledgeable. But I will say, Steve Nix deserves special mention as he has the unique
burden honor of also being my very own Casting Consiglieri.
Steve had been trying to get my dad to come in and have his cast analyzed with one of those fancy Sims computer assessors like Tiger Woods uses to improve his golf swing. Well my dad wouldn’t have anything to do with that. So I went in there and scarified my own casting ego on the Sims Electronic Altar of Humiliation.
Steve hooked me up to this rod that had a computer plugged into the butt section. The he took me out to the parking lot to cast. In the blink of an eye the computer generated an entire host of charts and percentages and bell curves and diagrams.
What did I learn?
Well, I learned that there were no fish in the parking lot.
Steve would instruct me to “cast sideways to that rising fish under that over-hanging bush.” My heart would race and I would perk up, ready to cast. I actually had this Pavlovian reaction a few times before I figured it out…imaginary fish…imaginary bushes.
You see, Steve knew right off that I was not a caster for casters sake. I cast to catch fish, plain and simple. Nothing pretty or refined or Tiger Woods-like about it. I’m just trying to get the job done. So instead of focusing too much on the mechanics of casting, he tailored the lesson to the specific type of fishing with which I had some experience.
Then he hit me with the cold harsh reality of the charts and graphs.
The computer results – which were really interesting – agreed that I had some work to do. Mainly on a smoother acceleration of power in my back cast. Steve spent hours with me on a frigid December day helping me to fine tune and take it to the next level. I’m still amazed at his patience with me.
And hopefully this spring we are going to trade imaginary parking lot fish for real fish on the Caney. Until then, I will continue to sing the praises Fly South, as Nashville is extraordinarily fortunate to have a flyshop of such caliber. So if you find yourself down & out on Music Row, migrate on over to Fly South. You won’t regret it.