Showing posts with label Tippet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tippet. Show all posts

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Ramblings From A Riffle


How many thoughts go through your brain while on the water? Do you solve the world’s problems? I know, when you are in the middle of a stream you should be concentrating on catching fish, but my self-diagnosed ADD gets in the way. I’ll be fishing a pool or riffle when two or three thoughts enter my brain. I never know what the next thought will be. But, to get an idea of what I go through here’s a few thoughts from a recent outing.

Enjoy the warm weather and solitude now because steelhead season is right around the corner. Four layers of clothing and iced guides will be here soon.

Summer is never long enough. We’ve lost about two hours of daylight since late June. Used to be on the water at 5:30AM. Now it’s closer to 7:00AM. Hate that.

Term limits would solve a lot of the problems with the government. One term, eight years. Eliminate reelections and maybe Congress votes for what is right, and not a vote to protect their seat.

Why don’t the smallies like this fly?

Most business meetings are twice as long as they need to be.

I still can’t understand why tippet manufacturers don’t color a section of the tippet near the end of the spool. It would be a perfect warning that the spool is almost used up.

Why didn’t I take up fly fishing 20 years ago?

I’ve got a great wife. She’s never said no to a fishing trip. 41 years and going strong!

Some day I’m going to float the Shenandoah River for smallmouth.

Are the Browns really going to be that bad? Projected one win. Doesn’t matter, still watch them.

Wouldn’t a Cubs, Indians World Series be fun?

Why does a round of golf seem to take forever yet the same time on a river will go by way to quickly?

I hate plumbing repairs.

Go out and fool a fish!

Monday, April 11, 2016

Getting Caught Up On Some Sleep


I had a dream….that my dad was still alive, and he fished the rivers with me for steelhead and smallies.

I had a dream….every morning started out at 65°, and smallies were hitting topwater flies.

I had a dream….that the Shenandoah Valley was in my backyard.

I had a dream….that a picture my wife took of a local stream made the cover of fishing magazine.

Early morning on the Clear Fork in Mohican State Park.
(Click on image for larger view.)

I had a dream….and one of the manufacturers of tippet material finally produced a spool with a 3” long, colored coded section to visually let you know the spool is running out soon.

I had a dream….that I was 100’ downstream from a centerpinner and he kept hooking fish right in front of me.

I had a dream….that I caught a fish on every cast.

I had a dream….of wet wading for steelhead in July.

I had a dream….that Ohio had as many great trout streams as Pennsylvania.

I had a dream….that I was fishing without a wading staff, and not falling down.

I had a dream….that the Rocky River flowed east-west through Cuyahoga and Lake Counties.

I had a dream….that Asian Carp were only found in Asia.

I had a nightmare….that I never got back into fishing.



Go out and fool a fish!