I had a great little fishing trip with my fishin’ buddy Ralph today after work–I’m up against a tight deadline, working long hours right now, and simply HAD to get a couple hours in on the river before getting back to work tonight, to preserve my sanity.
Anyway, it’s May 3, and we ran into a great little blizzard while we fished the south fork of the Poudre. Still snowing here now after our return. The fishing picked up a bit when the snow started to fall. #18 gold rib hare’s ear beadheads under a hopper dropper. Even had a deranged 5 inch rainbow hit the hopper–he didn’t succeed in getting it until the 3rd try. The dirt road back over the pass was like a muddy otter slide, but we made it.
It’s moments like this afternoon that make me reflect upon how trivial my job seems compared to the ‘real world’ outdoors, on the river. I hardly remember anything that happened at work today – but I’ll remember my soaked, elderly, snow-covered husky dog Kodiak charging into the river today to (presumably) unhook a fish for me, FOREVER.
She’s sound asleep by the woodstove now – she’ll probably sleep all day tomorrow too, the 2 miles we hiked plus dog paddling back and forth across the river were hard on a 77-year old (in dog years, of course) dawg – but so much fun for her and me.
Back to work – tight lines, all.
DANBOB
PS =-- In our 2 hours fishing, I got 4, Ralph got 3. Biggest was a 10-inch brown. All trout safe and sound back in the river now.
[This message has been edited by danbob (edited 03 May 2006).]