Friday, March 23, 2012

Some things never change

It certainly didn't feel like my car was traveling at 90 mph.  I am repeatedly surprised that the little 92' honda civic can reach speeds that high.  What can I say, it's been a good car.  High speeds when en-route to fishing are almost a guarantee... that is when I am the one driving.  For the most part the driving has become less reckless as I have grown older, but the urge to fly has yet to leave.

The excitement of Christmas morning (the kind you experience as a kid) is probably the best way to describe the feeling I get when I'm headed to the water.  I can't wait to get there, to drink in the scenery, to feel the resistance and pressure of the water on my legs, to listen to the hushed bubbling of the water, to sight a camouflaged shadow gracefully navigating the current, to angle my cast directly into the dark  section of the pool, to feel the sudden tension with accompanying head-shakes, and finally to admire the beautiful reflective colors of each fish brought to hand.

This burning excitement to BE fishing came at a very young age.  My mom still enjoys reminding me of the time we brought a small trout home.  I wouldn't let them cook it.  I fashioned a fishing pole out of a stick and string, which I then attached to the said little trout.  That trout was caught again and again in the bathtub (as gross as it sounds), in the gutter that my mom grudgingly let me run hose-water down, and in the little wading pool in our backyard.  I was obsessed before I knew the meaning.  It is in the blood, to the occasional chagrin of my wife.

The driving speeds have become more manageable with age, but on occasion it still sneaks up behind me.  The same could be said about my occasional fishing binges.  At those times I become a worthless fish-crazed blob.  This usually coincides with the spring and fall fishing seasons.  The fits last for shorter periods of time now, and fishing doesn't usually require the whole day as it used to.  As manageable as it has all become, I still find myself looking down at the speedometer and thinking to myself, "teleportation would sure be convenient."

 Beam me fishing Scotty!

As pertaining to current fishing events, spring and winter are beginning their back-and-forth dance.  We know who will win, but it can sure be a trick as a fisherman knowing when to cut in.  The rivers are now intermittently cloudy, and the water levels are slowly rising.  It is officially time for steelhead and carp on the fly, but with both the timing is so important.

On another side note, I love sightfishing.



  1. Very nice mirror! We have far fewer 250 miles downstream, odd but it is so.


  2. Beautiful mirror! And stunning photography.

  3. Thanks. These carp are extremely healthy and I love the gold colors. If I chose to eat carp, it would be the ones from this area.