I used to feel guilty for having missed a week of blog entrying. I also used to have withdrawals if I went too long between fishings.
Well, the latter hasn’t changed, and I’m going nearly crazy for lack of fishing. Rivers, that is. I prefer river fishing. I could figure out a way to fish the salt for searrun cutthroats, or I could visit any number of local lakes that have been recently stocked and opened for fishing.
But I prefer river fishing.
So two weeks ago I went river fishing. Going in we knew conditions would be less than stellar, but we needed to fish. We encountered a Yakima River that was high and rising, off-color, a bit windy, and mostly fishless; fairly typical Spring fishing on the Yakima,
Washington’s only Blue Ribbon Trout Stream. 4,000 CFS is the typical sustained summertime flow, and on this day the river was around 3,600. So it wasn’t all that high—just higher than it had been recently.
But the sun was shining, and we did hook into 4 fish and one was landed. Not by me, but by Morris the Rookie Firehole Ranger. Marck and I each played with fish but failed to seal the deal. Oh well. It was a good day that included a burger and cold beer at The Brick Saloon in Roslyn on our way home.
Now the Yakima is completely gone, as in headed upwards of 7ooo CFS. Fishing it would be a waste of gas.
But I need to fish. I may have to take my Watermaster out of mothballs and go visit a local lake. It’s getting that bad.
As for blog entrying, I don’t mind missing a week. Or two. Or three.
Nor do I suspect any of you mind, either.