Missing fly fishing

Fresh cuttbowAutumn is here. With a vengeance.

I started the ’09 fishing season with what I felt was a bang, stepping onto the water for the first time in early January. And barely looked back. Spring and summer delivered some extraordinary fun, and some better than average fish too. But time out has become a precious commodity heading into what is usually my favorite time of the year. It’ll soon be too cold for quickie bass and carp outings (if it isn’t already), leaving mountain waters beckoning without an answer to their call.

The dog has been off his schedule for months. He used to stick it out for twelve hours at a stretch without a walk – now he can barely last three. He’s aging at a rapid pace nowadays, but he’s been in the family way too long for his caretaker to do anything besides just deal with it. So today’s outing was canceled. There’s also a project nearing completion, and it’s those last 30 to 60 days before you go live that are always the worst. Mid-week invites have already been permanently declined, and between pet care and pre-launch hell the weekends are disappearing with similar proficiency. The holidays are just around the corner, and I know that late winter/early spring is one-third blown with the entire month of February already wiped off the calendar over work commitments.

Not long ago a colleague said “as soon as winter hits I’m going to teach you how to tie flies.” While I’ve already dirtied my hands at the vise more than I care to, the idea seems more enticing with each passing day. I’m running the longest stretch without wetting a line this year, two weeks, and an overbooked schedule for the next 7 days means it’s a guaranteed three. If I’m not going to be fishing maybe I should throw inventory management to the wind with my already jam-packed fly boxes. You can never have enough flies, can you?

End of summer

MG signing off (while bouncing off the walls, but all things considered not expecting any sympathy)

Comments

Gracie,

Sympathy? Nah, you don’t have to worry about that. But I do guess this means that the all expenses paid fishing adventure for ten days to NZ’s South Island shouldn’t be offered to you at this time. Too bad because it’s probably the only time such a deal comes around. And before you ask, no, I’m not going either–if I can’t take MG, it’s just not worth it! Oh well. Enjoy the tying flies consolation prize.

Scott,
I’m free….

Alex, You were definitely the runner up. But I just got online and canceled all plans and reservations. I will hereby don the sackcloth and ashes for the next (what, clear until February, is that what I’m reading into this Gracie?) however long I need to in mourning with MG. (Full disclosure: if I had hair, I would also pull that out. But the self-flagellation is one step too far.) Poor, poor Michael. Join with me Alex, and weep for our man Michael. BTW Alex, Kamchatka is on the radar, but methinks the brownlining/bassing/etc. is not of the quality you are used to, so I’ll pass that one up too. I’ll keep my eyes open for just the right spot though.

I knew I could count on you guys to make me feel better.

Tom says:

Sad. Going out with cookie, marek, and wells tomorrow, for the second time this week. We’re catching HUGE browns at the dream. You should come……. Oh wait…… You are probably too busy. Offer still stands………. 🙂

You let me know Scott…. in the meantime I think someone needs to stop by Gracie’s and make sure he’s not swinging from the rafters.

Nate says:

I’m going to have to go fishing this week. I’ll send you some material. Now that you are old you can live vicariously through me big guy.

With Love.