Headed out on the first fishing adventure of 2009 this morning. Once again solo... last minute bailouts... you bitches! They missed out.
6:30 comes too early, I wish they could push it back until like 9. The drive brought back a lot of memories. The ones of driving to go fishing, the scenery of the adventure, the warm sun, the people, the time, the feeling of life and just purly being alive. I have fished this water with every single person I have ever fished with at least twice. It is a comfortable stretch that is not too dangerous to fish alone. The road was dusty, the air dry, the water fishy, the landscape grand, and the forest moose-y. Needless to say I was in the mood and the mood was set well.
I went back to old reliable. A place where one may cast wildly with violent arm movements, shakes, shanks, slices, slaps, worm burners and chili peppers. You can murder the art of a good cast here and still not hang up in the branches. Well, at least at first. As you travel along it gets more technical, tighter, and precise. I was happy to have all the early open room for my back cast as it was rusty. I shook it off in about 1/2 hour to the point where I could deliver a fly to the proper spot(-ish) where fish should live. I at least DO have a good excuse to my lack of fishing for say the last 6 months. That is due to the fact that the last time I touched cork not from a wine bottle was back at the Dagobah System and we've had 600+" of snow since then, so it was high time for me to get mellow and get myself to the liquid form of water.
I hit the water running, literally. I dove right in and started flailing line about the air in reckless abandon. Within a few casts, boom fish on! Needless to say I am once again addicted! Here is the first of hopefully many many more days of fishing in 2009.
this one fell away mid shot
first fish of 09
6:30 comes too early, I wish they could push it back until like 9. The drive brought back a lot of memories. The ones of driving to go fishing, the scenery of the adventure, the warm sun, the people, the time, the feeling of life and just purly being alive. I have fished this water with every single person I have ever fished with at least twice. It is a comfortable stretch that is not too dangerous to fish alone. The road was dusty, the air dry, the water fishy, the landscape grand, and the forest moose-y. Needless to say I was in the mood and the mood was set well.
I went back to old reliable. A place where one may cast wildly with violent arm movements, shakes, shanks, slices, slaps, worm burners and chili peppers. You can murder the art of a good cast here and still not hang up in the branches. Well, at least at first. As you travel along it gets more technical, tighter, and precise. I was happy to have all the early open room for my back cast as it was rusty. I shook it off in about 1/2 hour to the point where I could deliver a fly to the proper spot(-ish) where fish should live. I at least DO have a good excuse to my lack of fishing for say the last 6 months. That is due to the fact that the last time I touched cork not from a wine bottle was back at the Dagobah System and we've had 600+" of snow since then, so it was high time for me to get mellow and get myself to the liquid form of water.
I hit the water running, literally. I dove right in and started flailing line about the air in reckless abandon. Within a few casts, boom fish on! Needless to say I am once again addicted! Here is the first of hopefully many many more days of fishing in 2009.
this one fell away mid shot
first fish of 09
