Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen

Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen
Boneyard Beach, Bull Island, Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge, South Carolina

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Hiatus


Warning, Warning…We will be on Hiatus tomorrow from bloggin’.  Television shows do it, actors and actresses do it, people who have more money than sense do it.  I am talking about going on hiatus.  I am not sure we fit into any of those categories, but I’m thinking that anyone can do it, so we are doing it.

But before we start tearing down and packing up, here is a little about what we did out last day in Grand Teton National Park.

Since tomorrow is normally big-o-blueberry pancake day and it coincides with moving day, we had it today.  MMMM, it was some good eatin’.  Miki packed some snacks and we went exploring.  And when I say exploring, I mean looking for someplace to fish.  We took off to the north to Flagg Ranch and took Grassy Lake Road along the Snake River for a few miles.  
Colors get brighter everyday.
The first stop was about to be a bust when I got a bite.  Whatever took it went to the bottom and just kind of lingered there while I slowly started reeling it in.  Maybe 30 seconds later it broke the surface of the water and I saw part of it.  It was probably bigger than any trout I had ever caught.  You know how when a whale breaks the surface and you only see a small portion of it at one time as it's body curves back into the water…that is what I saw with this bad boy.  The only problem is, he took the fly and left me the line.  What a learning experience that was for this wanna-be.  
One really did get away!
We left there and drove a little farther to a different bend in the river where I caught a small one and that was it.  We then headed back to the main road and stopped at a bridge that went over the river.  Got skunked there and decided to head back to the original honey hole from the beginning of the trip.  
They have to be in there, I know they are.
I got zip, nada, nothin’.  It was one of those times when you could see them slurping something off the top, but to no avail could I match what they wanted.  They would slide up and check out my fly, laugh and then gobble up something I couldn’t see.  Maybe they were miming just to get my goat and there really wasn’t anything in the water they were after at all.  It was stump the fisherman day at the river.  
The fish I got the other day were laughing at me today!
Finally had to give it up and head back to the dog pound.  Miki did some drawing/sketching at each stop and watched a couple of bald eagles, along with an osprey.  I thought we might be out for a couple of hours, but 6 hours later the dogs were happy to see us again.

Hasta la vista baby…time for laundry, packing lunches, and washing dishes and while Miki does all that, I will cheer her on and be as supportive as I possibly can.  She is the best and you are too, for following this nonsense.  Catch you on the flip side of tomorrow.
Miki's dinner (via Oliver).  Mine did not look the same as
Miki's, hers was way too healthy.

My Zen from the Road:   Zen, Zen, bo-ben,
                                             Banana-fana-fo-fen,
                                             Mee-mi-mo-men,
                                             Zen
                                            
Make of it what you will.  
(Now try Chuck... (no offense Chuck!))

1 comment:

  1. After having the most inconsistent long days of fishing as well, I can relate to the second guessing the entire time, and going through the laborious task of re-tieing lines, hooks and different lures. I explained this to an old wise man one time that stated that, fishing is supposed to be relaxing. I said it frequently became more frustrating. He replied that the activity is called "fishing, not catching". By the way, Otto, and I caught 12 to 15 catfish, on the 16th (your story inspired us to fish), each one a fun 3 to 6.5 inches. Oliver
    ps. I'm all out of veg :(

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