I returned with my canoe on Saturday and Sunday, but came home without fish both days. Sunday's trip after church consisted of an hour fishing a wet fly in the same run I saw I guy take five 12" plus rainbows out of in 40 minutes on the previous day. He took them with a spinning rod and minnows. It was really magical on Sunday despite no strikes. It rained steady the entire time. The warm humid air hitting the cold water created a fog and the rain meant I had the place to myself. I did not mind getting wet, I did not mind returning without a fish. It was a calm before the storm, the new baby will be here in a week or two.
Today I hiked with my daughter and Chief in the morning at Harbison. I miss that forest and by the time I get back out there on a bike it will all be fresh to me again. Early fall will be here before you know it. This afternoon I decided to actually go catch some fish instead of just having casting practice in the great outdoors. I took my beater 12 year old K-mart combo rod and reel out to my Dad's place on the lake. Bream make easy targets. I hooked five and landed three in about half an hour of fishing.
I took this little guy's photo as a joke, but he was a strong fighter.
Then I caught this guy who fought much harder despite his less than eatable size. Still it's a fish photo joke.
Finally, I caught this fellow who came very close to become dinner. He hit the fly so hard it was almost in his gut. I catch and release bream unless I know they won't survive. Lucky for him I use barbless hooks and was able to get him off with hemostats.
All three little guys were put back to grow. Sure wish I could have landed a trout this weekend, but I got plenty of outdoor time and feel refreshed.
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