I the past year, I have been satisfied with fishing. I have not worried about pictures or video or even trying to remember every moment to share later on the interweb. I have just fished. I must admit, it was refreshing. There were no worries about the right angle for the camera or the right words to describe moments that are so often indescribable. It was just fishing. Today, I feel like sharing.
It was wonderful to sleep this morning. There was no worries of work or the remediation that takes place during summer school. The day was mine to enjoy. With several cool nights and a day of rain, I decided to see if I could find an early trout to help me celebrate our nation’s birthday. I sent Mike a text, and we met on our favorite local stream.
It was a wet morning with intermittent rain. The cool air and the rain made for perfect conditions to cover a great deal of water in our search for fish. We arrived to find the creek with a slight stain, but it was clearing quickly as it slowly meandered through the valley. Mike and I decided to fish a familiar stretch that we knew would hold a trout or two. We took a nice walk up stream and proceeded to drag small streamers through likely spots as we fished our way back to our parking spot.
It did not take long for Mike and I to find fish. After losing a fly, I tied on a new fly and was immediately rewarded for a patient drift. The tightening line was a wonderful reminder as to why we fish. I was surprised to see such a nice holdover as I raised that fish out of the depths of that pool. It was a fantastic fish for this river, and I was more than satisfied with today’s adventure. After a a couple of quick pictures, the trout quickly returned to his holding spot, and I was grateful for our encounter. I decided to walk further upstream in hopes of finding a few more willing fish. Mike stayed back and continued to fish the same stretch. I missed another trout or two over the next hour and returned to find Mike in the same spot. I was surprised to see that he had not moved. He found a few fish and was happy to stay in the same spot. Unfortunately, those fish were smallmouth. Fortunately, Mike loves to catch smallmouth!
It was an extremely enjoyable morning. We fished our way back to the the parking area without catching another fish. It did not matter, we were more than satisfied with the enjoyment the stream had provided us this morning. It was a great way to celebrate the freedom that this country provides to each one of us and more time well spent here in the Flatland.