Friday, October 2, 2020

Overlooked Public Land Bass---back to the popping bug roots


It was mid-June, and the lawyer-quiz was not far off.  Sometimes, you need a break, to clear your head, to get some clean(er) oxygen to the brain, to keep that thing inside your skull from turning to mush, jumbled with actus reus and fee simple subject to a condition subsequent and the rule against perpetuities and the elements of common law burglary or larceny and duty-breach-causation damages and ... on and on and on. 

So, trusty Old Town canoe on the truck, I drove a mere five minutes from my cookie-cutter apartments to a little bit of public land, near where I had often duck-hunted in my undergrad years.  I'd fished there before, and never had much luck, but in a different area, and by foot, not by boat.  As much as I'd like to describe it more, I'll keep the details sparse, in hopes that someone else is enjoying this same spot, now.  

The Beauty of the Unexpected

The beauty of the unexpected---it's what drives many of us to the natural world. 
You might not catch a thing or see a single bird. 
Or, perhaps, you might get lucky. 
You might catch a permit on a bass fly. 
Or even a near 30" brown trout while carp fishing, with cicada dry flies, on a broken rod. 
Or even a black duck out of a white Whaler boat. 
You just never know...