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"Ever since I was born, I was dope....." |
Sorry for the references to a pretty terrible movie, but that
silly phrase came into my head this afternoon while I was further “honing my
skills” on the local stockies. It sounds
silly to non-anglers, but I value the idea of never being content with my skills
as an angler (and sometimes even as a person).
My wife is much better on the self-improvement front, but I think I get
there through my own ways, and fishing is one of them. It takes work: Reading, research, asking questions
(pestering Sam), spending money and time, when money and time is also what your
family wants and needs from you. And,
yet, it is supposed to be, and is, a relaxing pastime and challenge and therapy
and exercise and solitude and friendship and family all tied into one big,
buggy looking package. I lost years on
the fly fishing game while pursuing other species, especially stripers in the
surf, and I don’t regret that, but as I get older I am more and more drawn to
the long rod again because it slows me down. Like today, I can work a little, drink some
coffee, read a few papers, then grab my pack, my rod, and my waders (soon, I
won’t even need them) and be fishing in less than an hour. When I target the creeks closer to home, like
today, my destination is sometimes only 10 or 15 minutes away. I don’t meditate out there or anything; besides the odd nature photo op, I
think only about fishing and that in itself is meditation.
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Stopping to smell the snakes and mushrooms |
When I trout fish with a plug and a spinning rod, I am
moving, covering ground, looking for the aggressive ones, the big ones, but
when I nymph or dry fly fish, I am camped out in a hundred yard stretch for
hours sometimes, just trying to figure them out or just trying to catch every
fish in that hole before moving on. Sunday
morning was a perfect example of the space I can get my head into these
days. People all around, some ALL UP in
my grill, but I just did my thing and caught a couple dozen fish in less than 5
hours of fishing..
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Meditation pool, minus the meditation, but with equal the medication. |
Today, I took the 10 footer back to another stretch of my
home waters close to home, and tagged another 15 or more in 2 or 3 hours of wading
and fishing. Many were from heavily
fished holes, but my slow, deliberate approach worked and made the afternoon
enjoyable. They took caddis pupa, soft
hackle pheasant tails, even a brassie midge in the 66 degree, stained
water. What better place to be on a hot
day than waist deep in a (mildly) cold stream with spring popping everywhere (and
even some eye candy jogging by once in a while)? I cannot think of many better ones, though I
could have done without all the tree pollen in the water and later in my sinus
passages... I am sure my buddies wonder
if I ever work, but I worked hard to get to this place where much of my time is
my own. I worked this evening and Sunday
evening and for 4 hours in the morning today before sneaking out for a quick
one. I need to invent a Fish-Bit that
goes off when I need to get up from my desk and catch a few fish at Valley or
the Wissy! No, I think I have
had that built in somewhere since I was 8 or 9 years old, perhaps even since I
was born…
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Happy to find a few browns. This one took a midge, not the caddis or pheasant tail. |
I found plenty of fish this afternoon, and I didn’t get
pissed when I had to move for a rambunctious school group throwing rocks in the
creek. Hey, their teacher brought them
to the woods!!! How cool is that? A few of the fish were acrobatic and feisty,
and at least one was big and fat. I am feeling really confident with my 10 foot rod now too! Honestly, I am
not even sure the creek needs more fish dumped in tomorrow, but I will take
them, and I will take my son down there later this week in the hopes that he
catches a little of what I have. It may
become his relaxing pastime and challenge and therapy and exercise and solitude and
friendship and family all tied into one big, buggy looking package someday after
he’s caught every Pokemon, landed a job, snagged a worthy mate, netted his
first big… I think that’s all the fishing
metaphors and other "deep thoughts" I have for this week....
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The tree pollen hatch is in full effect, especially when it gets windy. |
Nice post on the fishy wissy! Never been to or thought of the Philly streams much even though I am in Delco (Now that you took a swipe at our streams! :)) Looks like a lot of slow water in your second post.......not what you usually show on fly fishing posts. Interesting.
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Thanks, Rnn. A bit of a ramble... I was trying to show the amount of pollen in the holes. I usually work me way up from the tail-out to the head when it's riffle/pool, riffle/pool. I have nothing but love for Ridley--another beautiful place!
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