Tuesday, October 4, 2011


I wish this topic has something to do with upland bird hunting but it's just run of the mill petty grumbling. Last week disappeared into a haze of sniffling, sneezing, headachy, lethargy brought upon by a vicious head cold. I managed to struggle through work with a few naps interspersed during the day but didn't get any of my late season fishing goals accomplished.

Then comes the weekend. I was supposed to spend Saturday floating the Deerfield with my youngest son. That got postponed by a combination of a rainy morning and the remnants of the aforementioned head cold. And to add insult to injury, I was feeling better by 10 a.m. and the sun was out at noon. By mid-afternoon Ann was getting weary of my pouting and grumbling.

This seems to be one of those seasons where wrenches routinely got thrown in the works. Mostly due to rain. Sometimes due to work. But lots of other things, too. For example, I decided to start fishing for Stripers this year and it seems that Stripers are nowhere to be found. I think my decision immediately preceded (and, perhaps, in something akin to the butterfly effect, caused) the collapse of the east coast Striper population.

And just when I'm feeling sorry for myself I recall that I did spend a wonderful day fishing a Blue Ridge stream this spring. And I found a hole on one river where large fish reliably lurk. And I caught spooky wild rainbows in a meadow stream above Bridle Veil Falls. And I spent a week in Alaska fishing with two old curmudgeons who were a pleasure to fish and travel with and caught myself a very large Rainbow trout.

So perhaps this sport is not for the dogs.

Jon is dragging me to Pulaski in November. That should be a good time regardless of the fishing. And my brothers and our families are gathering in New Hampshire this weekend for a long overdue session of sitting around retelling family tales and making new ones.

I guess this fishing stuff just has to be taken in context. And aside from this nagging cold (and the fact I passed it to everyone else) that context is pretty good.

  • By the way, in case you missed it, check out Kirk's posting on Lawn Trout. Good stuff there.
  • Also, I am deeply envious of a trip a bunch of folks put together this past weekend in Colorado. Check out Erin's and Sander's posts. You can get links to other participants from those reports.


  1. Please stop making fishing plans immediately. I would still like to hit the river a few more times and would hate for the trout population to suddenly disappear. So for the benefit of us all, take up knitting or scrap booking ... or better yet you could start planning the annual banquet :)
    In all seriousness... the only thing worse than the incredible jealousy I felt when I read about the gathering of the fishing folks, was knowing that I left that water to come here. I guess that is the embodiment of ... never leave fish to find fish. Feel better soon! Kit

  2. Thanks, Kit. No worries about me getting anywhere near a trout anytime soon. They're safe.

  3. Nasty stuff those head colds.
    That NH trip will make memories... and all the bad stuff will be lost.

  4. Will last night's RI stripers of 26" and 32" make you feel better?

    Didn't think so...


  5. I've gotta go check my spam filter. I thought rubbish like this was supposed to get caught.

    Glad to hear you finally got on to fish. Sixth time's a charm.

  6. I had a similar experience when I made the a concerted effort to start fishing for cutties...I think I've broken out of it now. Better days ahead!

    I appreciate the link to Up the Poudre. Thanks!

  7. Recommend VERY STRONGLY you not move west and take up steelhead fishing. Talk about fish that don't exist. I may have caught one once but I was suffering from a ferocious head cold at the time and was heavily medicated. I may have been hallucinating. Thanks for the shout...now go grouse hunting - they're an easy quarry.

  8. Sanders: Well, at least I'm ready for next Spring assuming that the Stripers return.

    Kirk: You're the first person I've heard who will admit to having possibly caught a west coast Steelhead. They seem even more elusive than the Stripers. At least on the Great Lakes I know folks who have actually seen a Steelhead and one guy who has pictures of him holding one.