Days had been piling upon days, filled with events and responsibilities and myriad other insidious things conspiring to keep me off the water. Until the other afternoon when, arriving home from doing some necessaries that I now don't remember at all, I found my wife and a friend just getting ready to settle in and watch a chick flick. Perfect. I'm going fishing.
Reaching the stream at around 4:00, I fished for a couple hours, until it started to get dark. The occasional pretty little brown came to hand.
And I came across a pair of does who had come down to get a drink.
Then, just before packing it in, I found one of the old denizens I knew were there.
It had been a while. And, while I wouldn't call him large, he was long. About 13-14 inches. A monster for this creek. Most of the bigger fish I've caught here, though they are by no means fat, are at least healthy and fight with vigor, but every now and then, they come out skinny like this and fight weakly, usually when they're stuck in little spots in which the outflow is clogged by debris. This guy was in this deep, slack little sliver of a side pool with a trickle of inflow, hunkered way back in the corner under the accumulated leaves. It sucks, because I almost always wish I hadn't caught them. Almost. And I feel a little guilty after I do. I'm beginning to consider moving them to better pools nearby, when I get them, but I'm not sure. I think maybe the lack of current and competition in the spots where they end up work to offset the shortage of food available, so they settle into a condition in which they can barely subsist, and I'm not sure they would survive if suddenly thrust into an environment with more current and competition, especially so shortly after having spent most of their energy fighting a fisherman. I don't know. For now, I just resolve not to target them again until levels come up.
Sometimes I laugh at myself for obsessing so much over this little stream in these little mountains. But I don't get to visit bigger waters very often(boo-hoo) and, all things considered, it is a gem. So I gladly obess away. Besides, every fisherman needs a river or stream which he knows. And I can't think of many better daydreams to have than those of moving water and trout.