I was going to go yesterday but had to take my little buddy to the Dr. instead. Today they are pushing water during the time frame I could make it up, plus I need to go and trade green paper for one of the TWRA permits, before I go.
Down here, looking out the window, looks like a small Mississippi, high and very muddy.
I just need to break down and get that Spey Rod I;ve always wanted, would go good with the little wooden boat I want to build, could use it as a push pole
Tightlines07, ever time I see or hear about a hook in the hand I think about a gentleman on the Elk around 10 years ago. I was fishing just below the bridge at the Dam (weekday), an older gentleman with white hair and a beard to die for, pulled up in a convertible, even had on his Greek fisherman's hat, he got out, walked down to the river and started making conservation with me, he went back to his ride and got out what looked like an ocean rig. Had a hard bait on it that would scare off most Rockfish, I moved on down, knowing that bait would scare off the trout, I was fishing a sub 20ish midge. After awhile I noticed him coming towards me not saying a word, he walked up and ask if I had any pliers and could I help him. I turned to him, thinking he had something bent, poor soul was as white as his hair and beard, blood running everywhere (first thing I thought of was AIDS), now this plug was very, very, very large, he just wasn't stuck, he was hung by both treble hooks, front and rear. It took awhile to get them out, but he was so appreciative that I was there and willing to help a stranger out. Never seen him again
