dana_c
06-19-2006, 11:16 PM
beats a good day of work, right? After this weekend I'm not convinced.
Saturday i went to the Deerfield, to check out a new stretch. It intrigued me because the flow there was low, while the Fife Brook dam was releasing lots of water all afternoon and night. This had moderate flow, seclusion, difficult access, everything I like. Got there in mid-afternoon, geared up, walked in until the trail petered out, then went a bit further. Okay, looks like a bit of a climb in.
It started raining. Heavy. With thunder and lightning. My rain jacket was back home. Okay, I parked it under a tree for twenty minutes and waited, getting slowly soaked. The rain let up, I made my way down to the water. There was fog over the water, humidity was 100 percent. My glasses fogged. Well, I'm here, I'm wet but not cold, so I'm fishing. A quarter mile downstream, I've scrambled over a milliion boulders, no hits, no rises. Okay, it's kind of nice, secluded, I'll just kick back and wait a bit, maybe something will hatch.
An hour later the water comes up. Muddy brown. Real muddy. A fish couldn't see his nose. An hour later I fell into the truck and went home.
Sunday was hotter. I took my inflatable Sea Eagle canoe out, managed an hour in the sun. Forgot what a joyless piece of crap that thing is to paddle.
Back to the truck, stowed the boat, got in and proceeded to back into a big steel post I never saw. Destroyed the tailgate. This is gonna cost some $$
I should have gone to work.
Saturday i went to the Deerfield, to check out a new stretch. It intrigued me because the flow there was low, while the Fife Brook dam was releasing lots of water all afternoon and night. This had moderate flow, seclusion, difficult access, everything I like. Got there in mid-afternoon, geared up, walked in until the trail petered out, then went a bit further. Okay, looks like a bit of a climb in.
It started raining. Heavy. With thunder and lightning. My rain jacket was back home. Okay, I parked it under a tree for twenty minutes and waited, getting slowly soaked. The rain let up, I made my way down to the water. There was fog over the water, humidity was 100 percent. My glasses fogged. Well, I'm here, I'm wet but not cold, so I'm fishing. A quarter mile downstream, I've scrambled over a milliion boulders, no hits, no rises. Okay, it's kind of nice, secluded, I'll just kick back and wait a bit, maybe something will hatch.
An hour later the water comes up. Muddy brown. Real muddy. A fish couldn't see his nose. An hour later I fell into the truck and went home.
Sunday was hotter. I took my inflatable Sea Eagle canoe out, managed an hour in the sun. Forgot what a joyless piece of crap that thing is to paddle.
Back to the truck, stowed the boat, got in and proceeded to back into a big steel post I never saw. Destroyed the tailgate. This is gonna cost some $$
I should have gone to work.