Post by Varmit on Jun 5, 2007 8:21:35 GMT -5
Yesterday after a stressful day at work, I headed home....then took a turn, called Honey on the phone and headed for the park.
The order of the day was a gaudy fluorescent yellow stimulator in a size 14, raindrops as big as fifty cent pieces, and me alone and standing in the deluge having one heckuva time. Don't know why, but I have always loved fishin in the rain.
I almost pulled a Jermz. I walked right up to an 8" bow and it was raining so hard that he never even saw me. I mean this little guy was no more than six inches from my leg. I just left him alone and stood there watching him work the food chain. Cool stuff.
Mixed in with my outing were the sounds of sirens and panic. Some people just don't realize how dangerous a small body of water like The Little River can be. I heard this morning that they found the guys body about midnight. tragic.
Just so this post is complete....I fished for about two hours, caught nine bows and one little guy that might grow up to be a mean ol brown trout someday. But for me, yesterday wasn't about the fish, it was about the rain, the slow curve of a bamboo rod, and the roar of a river that was peace for me and tragic for another.
The order of the day was a gaudy fluorescent yellow stimulator in a size 14, raindrops as big as fifty cent pieces, and me alone and standing in the deluge having one heckuva time. Don't know why, but I have always loved fishin in the rain.
I almost pulled a Jermz. I walked right up to an 8" bow and it was raining so hard that he never even saw me. I mean this little guy was no more than six inches from my leg. I just left him alone and stood there watching him work the food chain. Cool stuff.
Mixed in with my outing were the sounds of sirens and panic. Some people just don't realize how dangerous a small body of water like The Little River can be. I heard this morning that they found the guys body about midnight. tragic.
Just so this post is complete....I fished for about two hours, caught nine bows and one little guy that might grow up to be a mean ol brown trout someday. But for me, yesterday wasn't about the fish, it was about the rain, the slow curve of a bamboo rod, and the roar of a river that was peace for me and tragic for another.
