Sunday, August 7, 2016

Summertime...and the Living is Good

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Long weekends at the lake...outdoor cookouts with friends...sunsets on your favorite little farm pond...chewed up poppers...bass thumb, the list of my favorite things about Summer could go on seemingly forever. When it comes to the Summer season it always seems as though there's just so much happening it's difficult to focus ample time on any one activity.
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Luckily for me, I live in an area of the country where I can fish pretty much year round so I don't have to try and cram a years worth of fishing in between runoff and the start of a brutal Winter season.
In all honesty, Summer can be one of the more frustrating times of year to fish a good number of the rivers I enjoy spending my time on. Not necessarily from a fishing standpoint but more from an enjoyment standpoint, mostly due to the hordes of floaters (ie. - drunks in canoes) that descend upon the waters this time of year. For me, it's almost comparable to the way many look at the New Years Eve holiday...let the amateurs have their day and get back to it when the crowds are gone. Oh, I'm still getting that itch scratched one way or another most weeks, I just don't take my fishing too seriously this time of year.
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I did a solo float on a small creek just last week (on a Wednesday to hopefully find a little solitude) and probably should be embarrassed to admit that I spent as much time swimming in the holes as I did actually fishing them. One of the best days I've had in awhile, a couple dozen smallmouth on blockhead poppers and deerhair bugs (biggest might have went 12 or 13 inches)and plenty of chances between fish to play around in the cool water. Good times for sure...just not very exciting to write or read about.
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Yesterday I was walking through that big-box home goods store that everyone loves to hate, when I saw something that instantly put me in a better mood...aisles packed with back-to-school supplies!! I had a great Spring for smallmouth fishing this year and I'm definitely looking forward to trying to repeat a few of those trips once the temps begin to cool and the infamous "aluminum hatches" of the Ozarks are a distant memory.
Just wanted to let folks know that I havn't went over to the darkside, traded in my 7 weight for a bag of clubs and a pair of girly looking golf shorts or anything so life changing. While I can't imagine that anyone actually even noticed that I havn't posted in what seems like an eternity, I just had to set the story straight. I've been called everything from a dirty ass nympher to a fine collection of names that aren't even remotely suitable for print...but a golfer, that one hurts!

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Soul Cleansing

*This ones a little over a week outdated already due to computer issues at broke and I no longer have one. Truthfully I hate the damn things anyway so good riddance!*

There's no such thing as a bad day of fishing, I know we've all heard that one and I tend to agree with the statement. That being said, some trips are just better than others when it comes right down to it. One of the things I enjoy most about fly fishing is the chance to get away from the rat-race of everyday existence that we all deal with on a daily basis. No computers, no busy highways, no worries to contend with except what fly that fish in front of you might consider eating. When you can couple this with the experience of overnighting on a gravel bar far from civilization it really is the best of all worlds.
Last weekend I got the chance to spend a couple of days on a river with some friends doing just that. We loaded up two drifters with coolers full of beer and enough gear to start our own flyshop and set out Saturday morning for a 19 mile float and a peaceful evening sleeping under the stars. No cell phone service, no McDonalds on every corner and no pissed off commuters honking incessantly because the flow of traffic doesn't suit them. Yes it's true, there may not be such a thing as a bad day on the water. But there's just no substitute for the peace and solitude that sleeping on a riverbank far removed from the rest of humanity can give to your soul. My soul was long overdue and was in need of a good cleansing.

Heading out...
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Just doesn't get any better...
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Our little slice of Heaven...
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Morning on the river...
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The float back to civilization...
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