Emeritus

Two ex-presidents rocking out at the wedding of an ex-president, photo taken by an ex-president.

Reminds me of this movie... 

My Dawgs

You know when you're at work on Monday and the weekend seems so far away? Fishing is a month away it seems. It's so far away that you can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel. I never check reports or water flows on Monday. Why bother?

Come Wednesday though, the makings of a plan seem to be in motion. There is hallway chatter. Someone talked to a guide. Water's on its way down. The tying room gets some life. Boxes replenished.

By Thursday afternoon, the plans are made.

And then it's Friday and soon, we'll all be there.

It's a little different deal than the steelhead runs back home though. Two to four phone calls a night for the four days prior and then just a few texts on the day of. Meet one guy here, another there and another there. Drive as fast as you can, even though it doesn't matter when you get there. You'll still be sleep deprived but awake as ever come morning.

The people make the trips as much as the spots or the fishing does. Fishing all over the place is great and there are good fishing dudes everywhere, but there's something to be said about taking the same trips with the same dudes. Sometimes you just miss your dawgs.

Happy Friday fellas.

Second dates are never the same

Last year was my frist date fishing the northwoods. I took my time and romanced her and was rewarded accordingly, lots of fat fall fish and cool weather. I would say I got to third base in 2010, deep third base.

This years rendezvous was different. High water and more fishing pressure greated us as we paddled in.
I was in a party of four and at one point during the week I counted 20 fishermen on this "wild" body of water. There was lots of open talk about a favorite pond of Robbins and Wilkie that is in this area, everyone seemed to know about it's treasures.

I fished in three days of cold rain and eventually the fish came in and hit. None of them wanted my big conehead streamers, but traditional fall patterns were effective. The puppet master provided, as did Wilkies big black dick, leaches and early morning green drake patterens were also key.

That is a togue... bad photo I know

Lots of dudes in the northwoods.... I think the word is out...

But I made a new fishing friend.... I will take this guy out in the drift boat....