Yesterday my wife’s hummingbird feeder had its first visitor of the year. I love those buzzy little guys they,- like a caprese salad with ripe tomatoes they say summer like nothing else. My out door bug has been switched on by a couple of sunny days in the 70s and tons of gardening.
So it was inevitable when the fisherman magazine arrived fishing fever set in and I had a need that I to fill. No reason I shouldn’t go -right? It was kind of chilly today and it much will be gardening will be happening. Might as well see what this retirement thing is going to be like- right? As much as I love fishing you’d think I would go more often. The trouble is the as soon as it gets warm the only decent place to fish nearby (the next one is an hour and half away) will be over ridden with swimmers, canoeist and kayakers. They will also trash the place. It is more then sad because there is a covered bridge lots of mature trees and it is really a beautiful stream. So my fishing is limited to when we go on vacation.
So I acquired the necessary licenses (PA & De) put them on my cap (they must be displayed), affixed my special pliers with pouch to my belt and set out for the spot. Perhaps 20 minutes away. I arrived to find a half dozen cars in the lot. Funny thing not a single person was fishing. There were a bunch of guys on mountain bikes - clearly some kind of club. There were a couple of people who appeared to be having a clandestine amorous rendezvous and there were a couple of dog walkers. Nope, not a single soul fishing. I thought fine by me I hate crowds. The crystal waters looked fishy. I have a tackle box full of those expensive Mepps spinners. (I caught a monster Pike on one of those babies within sight of fort Ticonderoga). And of course I brought a backup two containers of worms should all else fail. I never met a stream fish that could resist a real wiggly worm.
I checked my ultra light reels drag to make certain the line would give should I hook a real monster like any real he-man fisherman would. That’s what i like about fishing you never know. Did I mention of have all manner of rods and reels in my basement. You know a mans got to have equipment -right? The monster hit on second cast and it was the only fish of the trip.
I hope this isn’t some kind of indication of future retirement fishing.
So it was inevitable when the fisherman magazine arrived fishing fever set in and I had a need that I to fill. No reason I shouldn’t go -right? It was kind of chilly today and it much will be gardening will be happening. Might as well see what this retirement thing is going to be like- right? As much as I love fishing you’d think I would go more often. The trouble is the as soon as it gets warm the only decent place to fish nearby (the next one is an hour and half away) will be over ridden with swimmers, canoeist and kayakers. They will also trash the place. It is more then sad because there is a covered bridge lots of mature trees and it is really a beautiful stream. So my fishing is limited to when we go on vacation.
So I acquired the necessary licenses (PA & De) put them on my cap (they must be displayed), affixed my special pliers with pouch to my belt and set out for the spot. Perhaps 20 minutes away. I arrived to find a half dozen cars in the lot. Funny thing not a single person was fishing. There were a bunch of guys on mountain bikes - clearly some kind of club. There were a couple of people who appeared to be having a clandestine amorous rendezvous and there were a couple of dog walkers. Nope, not a single soul fishing. I thought fine by me I hate crowds. The crystal waters looked fishy. I have a tackle box full of those expensive Mepps spinners. (I caught a monster Pike on one of those babies within sight of fort Ticonderoga). And of course I brought a backup two containers of worms should all else fail. I never met a stream fish that could resist a real wiggly worm.
I checked my ultra light reels drag to make certain the line would give should I hook a real monster like any real he-man fisherman would. That’s what i like about fishing you never know. Did I mention of have all manner of rods and reels in my basement. You know a mans got to have equipment -right? The monster hit on second cast and it was the only fish of the trip.
I hope this isn’t some kind of indication of future retirement fishing.
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