Been getting out some since we relocated back to Michigan. Lot of excuses for lack of regular reportage, none of which are unique or interesting. The land is really fucking flat here, the people are rounder, and you can drive everywhere. But some of the rivers actually have trout, and none of them are closed for lack of migratory rainbow trout returnage (yet).
Bear dog found employment keeping the neighbor's spey hackle off the property.
6lbs of do not fuck with. Critters and panfish are of importance
So are trout, though there's a fair amount of asking why the fishing is so slow. Attention span and size are the same.
Because they are a thinking man's fish, I say.
Earlier there was some salt stuff.
Beach poons fuck off, hard.
So do beach sharks
Even before that, back in WA, there was coasting.
Surf tacos and a dry woodstove cabin are luxuries.
Then it happens, right where it should. You try not to say damn when it doesn't run like it ought to. YP is stoked on anything and everything.
But then, in the most glorious moss-draped green water trib creek run you can imagine...
It happens, and the fish runs.
I miss the place. As one does. It is magnificent.
But there are other places.
People to see.
Fish to catch.
Snads to snad.