Waving a stick in a river
To help my soul bounce back from the weather from the hurricane weather down on the mountain in West Virginia I choose to go wave a stick in a river on Tuesday.
I recall my youth and want to catch as many fish as I could. I can remember the excitement of the possibility of it.
I can recall the feeling of being so excited to see what adventure lay ahead of me for the day.
Today’s adventure would lead me to explore a few creek mouths that could have fish migrating from the Allegheny River. She was running @ 4000 cf/s with a gauge height of 3.50 feet. Her inky green color was so reminiscent of the Great Lakes tributaries.
I took my 5-weight switch rod and my 6-weight single hander too.
The winds where still an issue today. I watched trout jump out of the river to mock me. That was funny to see. They were in currents that I could not navigate with my fly rod.
After six hours of trying to redefine insanity, it was time to call it a day. No fish were hooked or brought to hand and that was ok for me.
To help my soul bounce back from the weather from the hurricane weather down on the mountain in West Virginia I choose to go wave a stick in a river on Tuesday.
I recall my youth and want to catch as many fish as I could. I can remember the excitement of the possibility of it.
I can recall the feeling of being so excited to see what adventure lay ahead of me for the day.
Today’s adventure would lead me to explore a few creek mouths that could have fish migrating from the Allegheny River. She was running @ 4000 cf/s with a gauge height of 3.50 feet. Her inky green color was so reminiscent of the Great Lakes tributaries.
I took my 5-weight switch rod and my 6-weight single hander too.
The winds where still an issue today. I watched trout jump out of the river to mock me. That was funny to see. They were in currents that I could not navigate with my fly rod.
After six hours of trying to redefine insanity, it was time to call it a day. No fish were hooked or brought to hand and that was ok for me.