Oh man, 89 days left until I can go fishing again.
I woke up this morning, after a night of dreaming about fly fishing with friends, only to see another foot of the white stuff. Who the heck is ordering this stuff?
Don’t get me wrong, I love snow and it doesn look beautiful when it’s still white, but I’m going nuts here.
One way I pass the time is tying my own articficial flies for trout, salmon, bass and pickerel. The only thing is…
… I want to be casting with these flies, not sticking them in styrofoam blocks until spring.
I think that perhaps a fishing trip to some place warm and sunny, like Florida, would be nice and would help to ease the tension building in my fly casting arm. If I were to do that without taking my wife, even though she doesn’t fish, I would most likely have to stay. I won’t say anything smart about staying.
I will be so happy once my wife retires and we can begin our life of adventure travel which will of course include plenty of fly fishing.
February 2nd, 2008 at 7:15 pm
Amen to that brother!!!!!