Today, had to let someone down to appease another someone.
Feelin' funky about it all.
Looked in the liquor cabinet and found no booze.
Oh yeah, I don't drink...
I next, remembered that old adage; "B_ _ _ _ _ is the ONLY answer"
stands for... B USTIN out the fishing rod of course...
So that I did...
Decisions, decisions...
My last two times downriver were tough so I elected to go up.
I took the road 'not-so-less-traveled'
and landed at the ever so popular and highly controversial bar of sailors...
Tyrus is our scapegoat, C'mon guys admit it! WE ALL LOVE FLOWERS...
I was happy to see no one where I intended to fish...
...and only one swatter up where I refuse/d to fish (on the redds).
I worked the small back slot below "Mini'Machu-Picchu" but nada pescada no era pasa...
Moved over to the main channel and hit the chute. I Casted to the opposite bank and fed line to get my spoon down deep.
It worked...
I hooked the fish 50 feet away and 15 feet under the surface.
After a few good runs, I got to see her.
and land her.
Not a chromer but a nice little blush-cheeked hatchery hen.
I sent her along and crossed the river.
Goose was hangin' out way too nonchalantly as usual...
Beaver's been busy... Damn they work hard to eat good. The fresh shoots on a tree are out of reach for a fat-ass beaver... until s/he cuts the tree down that is...
Trusty Steed (Ram actually...) guzzlin' fresh air instead of gasssss @ $3-freakin-fifty a gallon!@!
I think these folks had it figured out right...
The 'ancient ones' respected the river...
The 'aint-shit ones' get drunk on it, piss in it, toss their shit in it and leave their shoes behind as a token of gratitude....
AND SPEAK OF THE DEVIL... It's that time of year AGAIN... JUST DO IT, BABY!!
Rent a raft and loose your left sandal you bumbletard...
Things could always be worse I guess...
I traded silver for copper, moved upriver 40 yards and hooked/lost two bigger hot fish almost back to back. It was an intense 5 minutes... and I farmed 'em both. My life story lately, lose the hogs and land the lil piggies....
I wonder what fish broke this guy off?
I fished 'til the skies matched the cheek badge and pinstripes of the girl I tangled with 3 hours before...
No more fish were had but the sun laid down in glorious splendor~
"...Purple Haze all around...
...Don't know if I'm comin' up or down..."
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