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We haven't really got out fishing much this summer. With our kids in their teens, it seems like something is always going on.
We got out a couple weeks ago looking for caddis on the river below the house. Just fishing the downriver trail on foot, no boats. We had just attended Enlightened Uncles' funeral, who was a passionate fisherman (unbeknownst to me a fly fisherman). Cancer took him quick, within four weeks. Our last visit before he passed, all he wanted was to talk fishing with me, which I am always happy to oblige. He even made his wife pull out old black and white photos of steelhead from the Methow and Wenatchee. I REALLY wish I had been able to go fishing with him. At the funeral, her cousins and Aunt very publicly asked enlightened to dedicate her next fish to her Uncle.
We managed to slip away for a short date night a few days later, and we both landed nice native redbands. It felt good. It felt like it was for Uncle Gordon.
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Last Sunday, after all the guests departed from beachgoing, we threw our pontoons on the closest lake to our house. It's a warmwater fishery completely seperated from Banks or Roosevelt, with a "no motors allowed" ordinance. Rowing only. The fishing was fairly fast, but neither of us landed anything over a ten inch small or large mouth. No perch, crappie, or sunfish. It was kind of a bust.
Tonight, I was going to put the final touches on our roof I've been working on this summer. But Enlightened saved me when she wanted to go fishing instead. Alright with me. I'm not lazy by any means, but it was still 92 degrees at 7:30. I was thinking caddis, and a small hatch did come off briefly. The highlight was Enlightened caught her personal best smallmouth tonight. A solid five pounds. It beat her old personal best by a pound (which ironically was caught on our first "Date Night" thread in 2013). She said just loud enough to hear, "Got one!" I was around fifty yards away. When I looked over, her six weight was corked, but not bucking. It looked like a snag. I continued fishing, looked away from my indicator and her rod is still corked. "You sure that's a fish"? "Yep" Now I reel in and start heading over. I still haven't seen her rod buck, so I'm slightly skeptical. I'm about halfway when it starts taking line, then jumped, making a big splash! "It's a bass!" And what a bass!
I landed a litte fourteen inch hatchery bow with a #16 caddis pupae
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We got out a couple weeks ago looking for caddis on the river below the house. Just fishing the downriver trail on foot, no boats. We had just attended Enlightened Uncles' funeral, who was a passionate fisherman (unbeknownst to me a fly fisherman). Cancer took him quick, within four weeks. Our last visit before he passed, all he wanted was to talk fishing with me, which I am always happy to oblige. He even made his wife pull out old black and white photos of steelhead from the Methow and Wenatchee. I REALLY wish I had been able to go fishing with him. At the funeral, her cousins and Aunt very publicly asked enlightened to dedicate her next fish to her Uncle.
We managed to slip away for a short date night a few days later, and we both landed nice native redbands. It felt good. It felt like it was for Uncle Gordon.
Tonight, I was going to put the final touches on our roof I've been working on this summer. But Enlightened saved me when she wanted to go fishing instead. Alright with me. I'm not lazy by any means, but it was still 92 degrees at 7:30. I was thinking caddis, and a small hatch did come off briefly. The highlight was Enlightened caught her personal best smallmouth tonight. A solid five pounds. It beat her old personal best by a pound (which ironically was caught on our first "Date Night" thread in 2013). She said just loud enough to hear, "Got one!" I was around fifty yards away. When I looked over, her six weight was corked, but not bucking. It looked like a snag. I continued fishing, looked away from my indicator and her rod is still corked. "You sure that's a fish"? "Yep" Now I reel in and start heading over. I still haven't seen her rod buck, so I'm slightly skeptical. I'm about halfway when it starts taking line, then jumped, making a big splash! "It's a bass!" And what a bass!
I landed a litte fourteen inch hatchery bow with a #16 caddis pupae
