Sunday, August 30, 2009
Po’ Boy says it’s like fly fishing from your living room easy chair. I’d agree, providing you insert the phrase “demonically possessed” between the words “your” and “living room easy chair”. Oh, and you stay soaked to the waist, not normal for my living room.
Kidding aside, there are few better ways to spend a pleasant summer afternoon than floating lazily down a foothills river with a fly rod in your hand.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
It’s sort of like lugging your whole golf bag around the miniature golf course, thinking you just might need any one of those clubs. “Let’s see. The windmill hole. 9 iron and chip it? No, I think I’ll use…my putter again.”
Monday, August 17, 2009
Around here, the wildlife typically chooses to wrap itself in the safe, natural browns and greens of the surrounding woodlands and streams. But now and then a species aspires to more, sets side this safe, earthly pallet, and dons the color of the sky. Whether it's the neon warpaint of the feisty bluegill, the cheery flash of the nesting bluebird, or the deep royal majesty of the butterfly pictured above, they say "Look at, appreciate, me".
And we do.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sad to say, fishing has been a little slow for me as of late. Ongoing ankle recovery, high school soccer tryouts, and some work being done around the house all have conspired to keep me off the water more than I would have liked these past few weeks. But today, with finally a free morning, I jumped into the truck and drove a couple hours west to Pilot Mountain State Park, hoping to pull a few smallmouth bass from the Yadkin River.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sometimes bluegill colors can simply knock your wading socks off. Add a little Carolina summer sun and you had better be wearing your polarized lenses. Thanks to this ambitious little Neuse River 'gill for bringing a ray of sunshine to my fishing afternoon.