Is that all you got? Really? You can’t rain any harder than that?
Bring it, motherfucker.
BRING IT!
Bravado. Irony. Jinx. Stupidity. Reverse logic. Whatever. Soaked to the skin. Soaked to the bone.
Water pours from the brims of our hats like wedding veils. Drowned rat nuptials.
Betrothed to the tug. For better or for worse.
What the hell.
I do.
BRING IT!
Hit a clear stretch. Fish it hard. The murk arrives. Move higher. Get above the mud. Not for long.
Move higher. Closer to the sodden clouds. No. Deeper into them.
Do it again. And again. And again. And.
Just one more pool. One more stretch and we’ll call it a day. Get out of this shit. Get dry.
But damn it looks good up there. Back to the truck after that. One more pool.
Where’s the road? Doesn’t matter. Look at that next run.
Can't get no wetter.
One more pool.
Shiver. Cast. Laugh. Rinse. Repeat.
Shake your fist at the sky.
BRING IT!
And it does.
Bring it, motherfucker.
BRING IT!
Bravado. Irony. Jinx. Stupidity. Reverse logic. Whatever. Soaked to the skin. Soaked to the bone.
Water pours from the brims of our hats like wedding veils. Drowned rat nuptials.
Betrothed to the tug. For better or for worse.
What the hell.
I do.
BRING IT!
Hit a clear stretch. Fish it hard. The murk arrives. Move higher. Get above the mud. Not for long.
Move higher. Closer to the sodden clouds. No. Deeper into them.
Do it again. And again. And again. And.
Just one more pool. One more stretch and we’ll call it a day. Get out of this shit. Get dry.
But damn it looks good up there. Back to the truck after that. One more pool.
Where’s the road? Doesn’t matter. Look at that next run.
Can't get no wetter.
One more pool.
Shiver. Cast. Laugh. Rinse. Repeat.
Shake your fist at the sky.
BRING IT!
And it does.
My thanks to fellow rat Alex Landeen of Fat Guy Fly Fishing for stopping by while visiting friends in the area. The remnants of Hurricane Isaac blew out the local water so we headed west to find some foothills smallmouths, not quite sure what to expect. We should have known.
Okay. We knew. But we went anyway.
Love that photo on the stream. Rage, rage against the forces of nature! Don't go quietly into the stream!
ReplyDeletesome day you just know the odds are against you. the real sick-os go fishing anyways
ReplyDeleteYou got it, Steve. Don't go quietly. Just go.
ReplyDeleteSick-o, huh? Blake, I resemble that remark.
Great post. Aside from the rainy day, how was it fishing with one of the "fat guys"? It seems like that would be pretty entertaining.
ReplyDeleteIt was immensely entertaining, Jay. That second picture says it all. Thumbs up. I look forward to doing it again.
ReplyDelete"We knew. But we went anyway."
ReplyDelete---> explains a lot in my life. ;)
A very fine piece, Mike.
...explains a lot in my life. Amen, sister.
ReplyDeleteRinse and repeat.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you were able to show Alex a good time...
very nice piece sir!
Don't know about a good time, Sean, but it certainly was an experience. One that I'd happily do again. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWas good, dude. Was very good.
ReplyDeleteAnd there you have it.
ReplyDeleteThere's something about fishing in a pouring down rain. Rain gear over your head, the closeness of the clouds, it all cuts off the surrounding noises and makes you focus on the task at hand. Tunnel vision.
ReplyDeleteAnd a slight touch of insanity.
Dead on right, Ken. All the surroundings, everything beyond the focus, fades into the mists. Fishing in the snow is even more intense. Great observation. Thanks!
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