Did a death march on a creek on Saturday to see if that’s what was needed to keep from getting bored with fishing.
Almost worked.
Took a left where I thought I was supposed to take a left, but that was a year ago. Left was gone and now it was a stumble down a long hill, through two swamps, careening off trees, bumping my head on low branches, tripping over logs buried in chest high grass and finally arriving at the creek.
Later I would see two deer playing catch me if you can and running through the woods at an unbelievable pace. 150 feet up stream, the same stream I just stumbled down while twisting ankles, they came leaping out of the woods, into the creek, flew across it and disappeared on the other side.
I believe I said loud enough for them to hear me… fuck you.
Well, anyway, back at the creek arrival, now sweating profusely, figured I may as well empty the bladder and refill it with some fresh water. Standing there, patiently, I look down and see what’s below off to the side, a single ray of light through dense trees highlighting it perfectly.
As if it was asking to be found.
The scenery was stunning, the wading brutal, caught 7 smallies which is pathetic and decided to go home afterward rather than try another spot.
Like I said, almost worked.
Richard Velders
8 Jun 2015Yukkk! I made the same trip last year. Wasn’t worth it. Now have second thoughts about you guiding me there. 🙂
Ken G
8 Jun 2015Was worth it the last two times Dick, but this year, if catching fish is what you had in mind, none of the creeks have been worth it. At least not when I’ve been on them. That’s why I didn’t get in touch with you, unless you really felt like going for a walk.
Still blaming the lack of really high water on the river. Fish had no reason to go up the creeks. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
howard Levett
8 Jun 2015Okay, I’ve got to ask. Did you collect the old hinge?
Ken G
9 Jun 2015If it was at the end rather than the beginning Howard, I would have. I didn’t even step in the water yet and had a good brutal mile of wading to do. It was much bigger than it looked and weighed well over two pounds. Doesn’t sound like much, till you carry it in your wading vest for a good mile.