But that's not really my style. If I'm close to water, I'll do what I can to get on it. It had been a couple weeks since I was on the Little Red. I figured if I got to bed around 9 pm, getting up at 2 am wouldn't be so bad.
That plan was sabotaged. At 9 there was a family of wild nieces and nephews bouncing on the place my head should have been. Apparently they were refugees escaping persecution from the land of never go to bed. I had to wait them out, I didn't want to be the mean uncle. Plus, I don't carry my "fun police" credentials on weekends.
The phone alarm rang out at 2 am and out the door I sprang. Forgetting my lunch and all my frozen water in the process...that's more my style. Of course, I remembered as soon as I closed the locked door. But I have a key, then realized, no your wife has the key.
I had an area I wanted to be at when the sun rose, which meant an early start was necessary. I fished a few likely holds on the way. The full moon was my ally and made navigating in the dark a breeze. I was all smiles until I high centered on the that 1 tree I didn't see in the middle of the river. It was a good, yet heart stopping, reminder of why I never stand up in my kayak at night and always wear my PFD...ALWAYS!
The fishing was great and the river was empty of other people (only saw 3 people). Several browns, dozens of bows, and a few trees were landed over the next few hours. Packed up and paddled back to the truck. It wasn't easy but I found the time and got some fishing in. AND...I made it to the party just as a planned...late but not noticeably late!