This is a bastardized version of what I sent to Dale Bowman as a final follow up for his Wednesday fishing reports. Not much to say, not much to look at.
But some days are like that.
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With the usual screwed up work schedule, I found myself on a balmy Tuesday afternoon with nothing to do. So I went fishing.
Overall it was a pretty uneventful day. The light was all wrong for the pictures I wanted. The wind was brutal with casts aimed one direction and going pretty much where ever they felt like.
Combed a three quarter mile stretch of the Fox that took about 3 hours. Was only able to land five smallies and miss eight more.
With the change in the seasons the bite continues to drop off. I miss September when there were more fish this size and some bigger.
One of the landowners had a nice leaf fire going. Since the wind was blowing so hard and changing directions, it was impossible to avoid the smell. Smoke was drifting everywhere. One of my favorite fall smells.
I considered continuing to go down stream, but the wind had won. I was done and there was still a fair amount of daylight left. At the downstream end of an island sits a duck blind where I’ve been known to stop, lay back and doze off for a few minutes.
Today I just stopped by to see if the view from the blind looked interesting. The clouds had rolled in along with the wind so everything looked a bit gray. I was hoping something would come in and land on the water, but the birds weren’t being very cooperative. I guess that’s how it goes some days while hunting.
A few views from the blind. Those that hunt waterfowl will appreciate the look.
I like the shapes.
The 10 day forecast shows temperatures barely making it to the mid 50s during the day and the nights getting down into the low 30s. The bite should continue to die off. Not sure how much more I’m going to bother getting out. I proved to myself a long time ago that fish can continue to be caught in that kind of weather, I don’t feel any real need to continue to prove it.
Besides, I’d rather go chasing squirrels and rabbits. The frosts have come to kill off some of the bugs. The leaves are almost all gone. Next weekend shows a couple of 50 degree days on the weekend.
My favorite for that kind of hunting.
I think a little nap propped up against a tree might be in order for one of those days.
