I’ll make a long story short: I blanked today. In keeping with the time-honored tradition of making excuses, I spent most of the day out of the permanent TMA, fishing in spots I don’t usually fish in the winter. Serves me right for wanting to explore and avoid the crowds. So while the catching stunk, the fishing was extraordinary. Mostly nymphing, but I tried streamers as well. I know I was getting deep enough, as several rigs and flies were donated to the river gods. We’ll get ’em next time. Rain on the way. That’s good, because I don’t like the river at this height (205cfs/305cfs).
I know where you live. I just didn’t visit today.
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Steve,
Thanks for being honest. It’s nice to know that even the big guns have bad days.
In sympathy,
Alton
P.S. I hope at least the cigar cooperated!
We all put our waders on one leg at a time, Alton. I’m not so inclined to call it a bad day as I am having my questions answered. You don’t know if you don’t go.
Today’s stick was a Warlock corona gorda. Drew like a dream. Smoked it down to my fingertips.
I was pulling your leg a bit. Sometimes it’s more about the journey than the destination. And smoking a good cigar along the way is just icing on the cake.
Thanks for the report Steve. Sorry fishing did not involve catching.
Good day yesterday up River. Same flies different fish
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Sal’s been da man. Well done, good sir.
Even my skunk days are still good days on the river…
It’s my
‘SERENITY NOW!!!!!’ (For those seinfeld fans…lol)
Fish or no fish….. Peace and quiet!
Jon