Post by Varmit on Aug 6, 2010 9:17:57 GMT -5
High temps of 95 plus with heat indexes reaching 110 do not encourage a man of my age to go stand in a tailwater for several hours. So… the only logical choice was to get high, and that is just what I did.
Left work early and swung by the new home of one of my kindred spirits. Jermz showed me around the new place, which was a treat. It was a real blessing to me to see someone I think so highly of reach another plateau in life. Absolutely awesome to see things come together. But he’s still outfishes me most days so I can’t like him too much.
Walker Camp was skiiiiiiinnnnnnnnny water. Yet somehow we managed to catch fish. Imagine taking a standard size laundry basket, fill it with no more than six inches of moving water, and try to run a fly through it successfully. Not easy, and I dare say that regardless of your skill with the fly rod, the odds are not in your favor. Then came the rain. Hard, loud, electrical, downright biblical at times.
Yet we caught fish. Not a lot, maybe six or seven each in the span of three hours. My last fish of the day was a real wonder. Six or so inches long with colors so bright and pronounced that it looked like a neon sign. As I admired the fish and slipped him back into his spot, it occurred to me that the lineage of that fish predates just about everything. To think of just how long these little wonders have been thriving in this rugged place. Astounding.
And so, soaked to the bone, we headed back down into the heat. And now I sit here in the office, artificial light, the buzz of post-election day, stacks of work, phones, computers, etc.. But I can’t seem to pull my mind away from that one fish, that ancient survivor whose colors are burned into my memory, and time spent with a friend I don’t see nearly enough.
Good day.
~marc~
Left work early and swung by the new home of one of my kindred spirits. Jermz showed me around the new place, which was a treat. It was a real blessing to me to see someone I think so highly of reach another plateau in life. Absolutely awesome to see things come together. But he’s still outfishes me most days so I can’t like him too much.
Walker Camp was skiiiiiiinnnnnnnnny water. Yet somehow we managed to catch fish. Imagine taking a standard size laundry basket, fill it with no more than six inches of moving water, and try to run a fly through it successfully. Not easy, and I dare say that regardless of your skill with the fly rod, the odds are not in your favor. Then came the rain. Hard, loud, electrical, downright biblical at times.
Yet we caught fish. Not a lot, maybe six or seven each in the span of three hours. My last fish of the day was a real wonder. Six or so inches long with colors so bright and pronounced that it looked like a neon sign. As I admired the fish and slipped him back into his spot, it occurred to me that the lineage of that fish predates just about everything. To think of just how long these little wonders have been thriving in this rugged place. Astounding.
And so, soaked to the bone, we headed back down into the heat. And now I sit here in the office, artificial light, the buzz of post-election day, stacks of work, phones, computers, etc.. But I can’t seem to pull my mind away from that one fish, that ancient survivor whose colors are burned into my memory, and time spent with a friend I don’t see nearly enough.
Good day.
~marc~