Adventure, Conversation, Fishing

That was the order of things today. I met a good friend at a place that's shaped as it was, is now, should be and I pray always will be... near-perfectly wild. Many acres of it. First thing we saw were a few hen pheasants. Next thing we saw was an intense blood trail. We followed it for quite a while and tried to work out the mystery, but came away unsure.




We stopped for monster cookies and coffee... a couple of good oranges and some bitching about food, industrialization of it, etc. The company was good. We found a shallow cave that looked like a coyote den. We got buzzed by a kingfisher. We found a deer buried in snow - with only the head protruding, and one dismembered leg laying alongside... We saw how intense the flow had been during the August flood.


At the very end of this jaunt, we split up for an hour or so and I trekked upstream with a mind for some pisces. I found four good holes. I felt rusty and klunky - hadn't trout fished since August 2007, and I hadn't really even fished since September 2007. Wow. Knocked some rust off and caught a brown beauty. At the four holes, over the hour span I caught two fish and had one other discernable hit. All action came on the PS #18... no surprise there. Really didn't need much more action - just wanted to cradle at least one fish for a second and then watch him swim away.


We loped out an hour or so before dark.