Got out for a quick fish in my parents backyard.
Sight fished for Browns
Camera cord and a nice brown.
They were chasing big stimi's. Just like they did when I was 12 years old. Not much has changed on this stretch and memories came flooding back as we hunted along up the creek. This time around I had a Sage instead of a Scienctific Angler. Other than that it was like second hand.
Tight casting. The rush is still there on this stretch as we crept up on promising holes.
We employed the bow and arrow cast all day. Like Subsistence hunters we search the land for fish.
Dalt with the sling shot in action. Very spooky fish in low water. We did good though.
Yeah!
We spotted a BIG fish and we know where he hangs out. Lots of talk about how to land this guy because of the geography and brush. We will be back. for him.
Thanks for taking a look.
Chris Giles
Regarding this riparian rant. It's really refreshing to review your risqué recreating during this random respite; it seems rather rational to repatriate the revered rainbows despite reveling in the rivalry, respectfully. At the risk of running rampant with ruminations, it's remarkable that such resolute rebels run roughshod despite recalcitrant "rights"owners rigid resolution against all reasonably rural ruffians rambunctiously roaming 'round. Not relevant? Repugnant!
ReplyDeleteI agree whole halfheartedly with the above synopsis of our journeys in pursuit of trout as stated in the above passage of time... And in good time, will said Fletch, enjoy/reap the same rewards as said fisherman in a golden moment of time. Giles-
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