Its Got To Be The Going Not The Getting There That's Good.

 

There's no question I tried to do too much yesterday. The proof? Was up about six this morning did a few little chores and at 8:20 I went into the bedroom to wait for Jeans 8:30 call. Hung up from the call and maybe just closed my eyes for a minute, woke up at 12:15, just in time for lunch.

Spent a couple of hours driving around up in the Deposit area, it was windy, but fishable. Saw boats anchored on the pods and wade fishermen everywhere. Never saw a single rod bent. There were some of the little Hendricksons on the water about 3:30 and while I was talking to a Troutfitter regular a few fish began to rise. Got back to camp and checked the water temp which, with the heavy cloud cover, never got up into Happy Hendrickson Hatching range. 

The fishing - Put myself on a two hour limit. Left the house just after 7:00 and was back home at 9:30. Probably hit the allotted time on the nose. 

How'd I do? Crammed almost every emotion you are likely to experience in a days fishing into those two short hours. Ineptitude, when I couldn't get the first dozen fish I threw at to give the fly a sniff. Frustration, I was watching the wrong fly when a fish smashed my floating nymph and got a souvenir for his effort. Excitement, when the bugs started to come and the fish started to feed. Satisfaction, when I finally put a cast where I wanted it and heard myself say yes, yes while the fly was still two feet upstream from where the fish ate it. Confidence, when after landing that one I floated the fly down the throats of four more fish. Disappointment when two of them came unstuck. Appreciation, Thankfulness and pure Joy for how lucky I am at 80, especially after last week, to be doing this at all, let alone catching three beautiful BR fish in the process.   

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