Oh, how I struggle to actually, totally link to that mental concept. Beautiful day, easy drive, perfect conditions but few fish and those that we caught were 8-10″ and the big ones, while whomping the fly, failed to meet the net. Yes, it was a great day and yes, the company was great. There were the October Caddis, Dragons and Midges coming off. The wind was not obnoxious and the heat was comforting and not oppressive. I didn’t utter excessive profanity when the non-English speaking, bank bound fisherman slung his bait, bobber and sinker combo over my Intermediate Line for the 3rd time…me, a respectable distance from shore except for the most serious effort to cast as far as possible from shore. No, I was serious, but said nothing more than ‘damn’, so definitely mellow. I felt this nagging nudge in the back of the brain…a short circuit of sorts…a sense of annoyance as the stillwater season shortens…I need a few more 20″ fish to take into Winter’s memory bank. I can’t finish this way. The Summer has flown by. Trips cancelled due to medical misfortunes and traditional patterns broken. That is life, but as much as I can accept that…I am not quite ready to mentally ease into this mellow, life is good mode. Damn it! I wanted several big fish and got a dozen sissy fish. There were several dozen hard hits, but why no hookups? The Lake Bait ruled and also a small black bugger.
I could tell the day was in trouble when I saw Tony spending more time trying to take artistic photo’s or macho face pics than fishing. Heck, I was taking pics of lake side plants. Yes, it was nice to be out there an all, but…………………
The Rod was used as a prop for pics…hence, it was not being used as a fish catching tool. Ah, making the most of a, ah..slow situation. OK, I was no better. I still need my Fall fix. Headed to Deschutes R. We shall see………..
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