When I started writing this, there was at least a foot of fresh snow on the ground with more in the forecast and the animals were heading back to doing whatever it is they do during this time of the year. Yet a week ago it was pushing 60 degrees in winter and I was in a t-shirt dreaming of small mouth bass fishing.
I began wondering if they were now suddenly confused. Did they animals start to think it was the beginnings of spring? Hungrily eating all of what they had stored in joy, hopping out of their shelter in anticipation that it was April. Only to find that when the temperature dropped to a chilly 10 degrees the next day, they would return to their barren dens, and immediately question those poor life decisions they made in haste? Or did they know better. Did they instinctively know that this was just a freak occurrence? Just a brief three day warm up so they can look for stale bagels and old french fries at the bottom of a parking lot dumpster in suburbia?
There was no way to turn completely around without it fleeing.
But I tried anyway.
It was at my 7:00, almost directly behind me eating in the tree line and i began to turn around at a snails pace. As soon as it was in the corner of my eye sight i heard a snort and it took off. Crashing through the bushes, antlers breaking branches, hooves clicking against the rocks. I immediately yelled “HOLY S?!T! I told you there’d be a big one around today!”
Well, what started as a last minute day off, scouting for a new bass fishing spot.. Turned into.. A couple of stowaway ducklings?! So after me giggling like a 4 year old about how cute they were, we launched the boat and took off in search of monster bass. At that point we realized there… Continue reading Outdoor Wanderings: “The Stowaways!”
This isn’t the bass I was looking for! “Man… He must work out” 😆
Another summer, another year at Summerfest! Every year the Catskill Fly Fishing Center and Museum holds their annual Summerfest. This is a fun celebration for the whole family where they hold a Hardy Cup Bamboo Rod Casting Competition along with fiberglass and graphite which is open to everyone, a barbecue (this year was a… Continue reading CFFCM Summerfest 2016.. and the mystery box!
I don’t know where I originally heard the quote, what book it was that I had read it in but it has stuck with me for many years. It was somewhere out west while driving across country that I heard it for the last time.
For many people suckers aren’t something that they might go out and target when fly fishing. Especially not on a river famous for monster wild brown trout.. But not too long ago on the Delaware river that’s exactly what happened. We had made the drive from our place with all the good “trout fishing intentions”… Continue reading Sunday’s aren’t always sucker free!