After what seemed to be an overdoes of blogging, the world of work has interrupted my incessant posting of all things worthless to the land of fly fishing.
Living in a seasonal kind of town, it was a slow few months. Now that the warm weather is arriving, it's time to go back to work on a regular basis. My posts may be fewer, but I'll work to keep bringing you worthless crap that is at least semi-entertaining.
In other news, I ventured out for a rafting trip down the lovely Nantahala River yesterday. While it wasn't a fishing trip, I took the time to see the signs of spring. Fish were rising, mayflies were coming off the water and a few people were out wetting the lines.
One father and son angling team caught my attention. The kid was not happy. He was geared up in his Cabela's everything - waders, vest, etc. Dad was busy giving the death grip to a small rainbow. He had it in one hand and in the other was a stomach pump. He was pumping out whatever that bow had consumed recently. As we floated past at a snail's pace, I couldn't help but notice his disregard for the fish. We asked if he was going to have dinner and he said, "No, it's going back in". I watched him for a minute or so, so if that fish was going back into the drink, it was going as fertilizer for the environment.
If you're a catch and release angler, I don't need to tell you that thirty seconds is too much. If you must yank a fish from the water, be quick and be as gentle as possible. Got it?
Rant over. See you on the water.