Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
It seems like it was only yesterday that I stood in these waters, chilled to the bone, shivering in my waders despite the heavy fleece liners and long underwear that I wore underneath. Yesterday, in the same spots, I was perfectly comfortable bare-legged, wading in only boots and shorts. And while it felt absolutely delightful to stand in this beautiful waterway without my teeth chattering, it just wasn’t right. Mountain streams are not supposed to be this warm.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Last evening, as Mary and I lazily floated on the neighborhood pond, watching the sun go down while comfortably suspended in twenty feet of water astride our colorful plastic foam noodles, I contemplated where I should fish the following morning. My go-to Haw was running high and muddy after heavy spring rains in the upper watershed, again, and I suspected other local waterways to be similarly challenged. I could try to squeeze in a quick trout trip, maybe the Smith, maybe Stone Mountain, but the thought of a day of driving just didn’t have much appeal. What to do?
So I floated, and I thought, floated and thought, floated and thought... until Mary finally stated the obvious. Fish here.
Monday, June 14, 2010
You'd Better Look UP Too
I'm afraid that there’s not been much fishing going on around here the past couple of weeks. Entertaining visiting family, keeping up with an oddly busy social calendar, and playing in a Masters soccer tournament (Masters is a sports euphemism for old men who should know better) have kept me plenty busy the past several days, but have also trashed my fishing time.
And today, after four games in ninety-plus-degree heat over a thirty-hour stretch this weekend, my body is trashed too. All I have in me is the energy to sit here at the desk.
The good news is that it gives me a chance to go through the pictures that have accumulated on my cameras over the past several weeks and that’s always fun. So, in lieu of fishing adventures, I thought I’d share a handful of these images.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I suspect it’s easier, and maybe downright fun, to be a saltwater fishing guide when you have bluebird skies, a gentle sea, and fish popping everywhere you look. Your clients, no matter how inept, are catching fish, hootin’ and hollarin’, slapping you on the back, and calling you the best damn fish finder on the eastern seaboard. But it’s on those other days that you have to work for a living.
Captain George Beckwith, of Down East Guide Service, had one of those other days on Tuesday.