Friday, July 23, 2010
Exercise in Patience
Yes, Gov, I did go fishing today. Took the boys up Blacksmith. Enough said. landed one nice Cutt. Need nicknames for the boys. Pablo out.
South Fork Revisited
As the foolish man that I am, I accepted an invitation to fish the S. Fork again. Remember last time? Took the old man down the river in a raft, fishing stunk. This time I was tricked into thinking a monster hatch was taking place and the fish were crazy drunk. After buying a couple of the "magic" flies at the "Rip OFF Fly-Shop" on the river (never again! 2.50 a fly), we headed out in my friends nice jet boat. That was the highlight.
The hatch of "homo-erectus" was in full swing.. with drift boats evenly spaced about 50 yds apart. For our part, we zipped around the river looking for open riffles and rising fish. We found a few, let me repeat, a few. The massive hatch (not counting homo E) never materialized, though a few bugs here and there along with the occasional salmonfly kept a few fish active.
All told, it was enjoyable to blow by drifters and have the freedom to go up or down river at will, but again, the fishing left me cold, just like that gorgeous river. Is there a next time? Only if I get a free ride in a jet boat.
The hatch of "homo-erectus" was in full swing.. with drift boats evenly spaced about 50 yds apart. For our part, we zipped around the river looking for open riffles and rising fish. We found a few, let me repeat, a few. The massive hatch (not counting homo E) never materialized, though a few bugs here and there along with the occasional salmonfly kept a few fish active.
All told, it was enjoyable to blow by drifters and have the freedom to go up or down river at will, but again, the fishing left me cold, just like that gorgeous river. Is there a next time? Only if I get a free ride in a jet boat.
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