This blog has been terrible since inception but particularly awful the last 2 months. The good news is..I went fishing and I'm going to write about fishing. The bad news is...I have the writing ability of a 2nd grader...so this blog has reached its full potential.
It started like any other Friday, I wanted to go fish'n. However, this weekend the weather looked good, the generation schedule looked good, and I was good to go on the home front. After a couple texts, I had a "willing participant", my brother-n-law. Should have known something was off...it never happens that easy.
I packed and planed to leave early Saturday morning at 3 am. Headed to bed around 7:30 pm, only to wake 5 hours later at 12:30 am...no complaints...it's been 2 months! I have no idea where the 2 hours went but decided to head out at 2:30 am. Keep in mind, most of the state got 5-10 inches of mix to snow on Wednesday night. My fish brain never grasped the idea of icy roads...not even as I dove past the 2 ft snow drifts along the highway. I figured, if I can make it to Heber, game on. Its been 2 months, I'll walk, carry, or drag my plastic boat to the fish if necessary. I drove slow and made sure to keep it out of the ditch.
The only change of plans we had was where to launch. The generation schedule was all hosed up...short story, they generated water until 1 am and there was way too much flow at our first location. Plan B, start mid river and paddle up as the water fell. Sounded good and must have been good b/c we were graced with a great boat parade, like 25 boats over 2 miles. No complaints. I was on the river and fish'n.
It was slow. The snow melt had stained the river and I felt the boat traffic pushed the fish down. I managed a few fish at each good run, but nothing crazy. I only fished fly's I tied and that made my day alone.
Around lunch, I looked up to see my BnL taking a nap. It was obvious the day he was having. He's a bass guy, but as a "willing participant"...up for any fishing trip when bass aren't biting. A few boats passing by noticed him napping and tried to help. Saturday confirmed for me, there are 2 types of anglers. Those that ask how you're doing and want specifics. And those, that tell you how they are doing and offer advice. We met both types on Saturday. Much respect for the latter!
I wouldn't change a thing. I was on the river and that was enough. The sun was bright, it was warm, and the river was flowing...perfection. Happy to be, Cabin Fever Free (Cabin Fever Survivor - CFS 2015).
