"The solution to any problem -- work, love, money, whatever -- is to go fishing, and the worse the problem, the longer the trip should be." --John Gierach
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
11/14 - Clinton Lake "Thirty Minutes of a Fine Fall Day"
Thirty minutes of a blustery ,overcast fall afternoon. On this day that'd be all the time I had to cure the ache that had gnawed at me for the last week. With my wife on vacation this week we had decided to head over to Clinton State Park and take advantage of the nice weather by hiking a couple of our favorite trails. Somehow I had managed to sneak the flyrod and a box of flies under the seat of the truck unnoticed, so the plan was set in motion from the beginning. I'd heard a report or two of some wipers being caught on windy points of the lake and with the conditions the way they were today I hoped to take advantage of the situation if given the opportunity. We spent several hours hiking through the park and seeing as it was a Monday we had the place pretty much to ourselves. As always, our fearless trail guide Joe led the way into the unknown.
I couldn't think of a better way to spend the afternoon...well , maybe one. As we began our trip back home I decided to drive across the dam and look things over ,still in hopes of pulling that rod out from under the backseat. When I saw a couple groups of gulls working the open water on the windy side of the lake I knew I had to give it a shot.
After a little convincing the wife agreed to sit and read while I spent 30 minutes fishing.
Most of the action appeared to be out of reach of the seven weight , but I managed to fool a few stragglers.
Chalk one up for the old "Blind Squirrel" theory. Three whites and two wipers if my identification was correct , they were all under two pounds and at that size it's not always easy to tell. Regardless of what exact species or sub-species they belonged to ,the tug was sufficient to take the edge off until the next fix.
When I got back to the truck and announced my success ,five fish in thirty minutes , I was given a shake of the head and informed that I'd been down there for an hour and fourty-five minutes. It took some doing but I finally convinced her that fishermen have their own understanding of time that doesn't neccessarily fall in place with what the standard timepieces of today are capable of calculating. I like to think we're one step ahead of the rest of the world when it comes to time management , give me thirty minutes and I can somehow turn it into two hours almost effortlessly. She wasn't impressed , but nonetheless what a great way to spend thirty minutes on a blustery fall afternoon!!
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Not a bad way to spend thirty minutes. Great looking pictures and fish.ReplyDelete
That last picture was really cool! Looks like a cold blast!ReplyDelete
G Lech - Thanks man...it's amazing how thirty minutes on the water can erase the memory of 40 hours at the old grind we call work.ReplyDelete
Dustin - Good to see ya back around , thanks for stopping in! It was actually in the fifties that day but I agree that pic just screams cold fall day.
Very creative use of the time clock! Your persistence took care of the anxiety part, I hope!ReplyDelete
Man if only work went by as fast as time spent on the water. Some nice work in only " 30 Minutes ". Great pics and nice looking fish. Tight Lines.ReplyDelete
Sometimes 30 minutes is all it takes. Thank god for a few stragglers...cheers!ReplyDelete
Mel - Thanks , a litle time on the water is all it takes to cure whatever ails you!ReplyDelete
Trout MaGee - AMEN! I work 12 hour shifts and sometimes it seems like an eternity before that clock rolls around , yet a two day fishing trip is here and gone before you know it.
Sanders - I won't say that 30 minutes was sufficient , but it sure beats sitting at work for another whole week just wishing you'd been able to throw some line around. More like thank God for dumb luck , but I'll take it.
Dang, you catch everything! Have you ever counted the number of species you catch on a fly rod in a year?ReplyDelete
Richard - honestly I've never counted. All I know is there's a lot more species swimming around my home waters than I've been able to catch , so I've still got some work to do!ReplyDelete
nofuckingbeads - appreciate it man...glad you enjoyed it.ReplyDelete