tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39145217887993503682024-02-19T20:15:01.010-06:00The Savage AnglerThe chronicles of the founding members of the Upper Midwestern Fly Anglers' Guild. Est. March 3rd, 2007 (the blog, not the Guild)Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-34949893645980056162010-07-31T14:46:00.000-05:002010-07-31T14:46:34.495-05:00Fuck This<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: July 25, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick<br />
Air temp: 80s<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: fuck this</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Xan</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Still way to hot, but I decided to get a trout tune up before Montana. I got off to a late start, and didn't roll out till about 8am. I decided to first head to Lunds to stock up on some flies. After getting there and finding it didn't open for another hour and a half, I was stuck in a pickle. The Curd would be packed by this time. The Canyon would be swarming with kayaks. Warwick Falls? Forget about it.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So, I went to my go-to runs on the Warwick, above the park. Nothing. High temps = no feedy. The slow water was absolutely futile. I did have a few on in some faster water, but lost them all. I tried a few other spots downstream, same shit. Nonetheless, the trip did get me prepared to not catch shit as usual out west.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Bring it.</div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-54641641374291659842010-07-31T14:38:00.000-05:002010-07-31T14:38:43.186-05:00Bass On The 4th Of July<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: July 4, 2010<br />
Location: iRiver<br />
Air temp: 80s<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 3 bass</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Quickdraw </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Xan</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Once again, the summer and hot weather turned our attention to bass. QD and I decided to go to our usual haunt on the iRiver in search of smallies. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It was revoltingly hot above and below the water. The river felt like a bath tub, but seemed to have a decent flow. We each caught a few small smallies, and also both landed a decent bass. The fight was good, but unlike our trip last year, it just didn't satisfy my soul.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The raspberries were out and about, and we took full advantage. There are few things in life as rewarding as eating things straight from the earth. Once I master fire, I will be able to live off the land, and live well! Or, die from a muskrat attack. Regardless, eating wild shit is awesome.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-45840063401936233102010-07-31T14:17:00.000-05:002010-07-31T14:17:29.738-05:00Piece of Bass<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: June 20, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: a few trout and 1 smallie</span></span><br />
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</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Xan</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It had been a while since I'd gone fishing, and an even longer while since I'd been downstream of Warwick park, so it was time to remedy those things. After driving around town, I finally figured out how to get to the access point I hadn't been to in years. Since it's that kind of year, I started downstream (explore!). I ran into a couple mouth-breathers as I was making my way along the river. A bit downstream of them I caught a small trout. I fished my way back to the car, then continued on briefly upstream. By the bridge I landed a smallmouth bass. Not able to find a decent trail, I made my way back to the car and went to the waterfall.<br />
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It was a nice sunny day, and the waterfall was a zoo. People were crawling around every level of the falls. Some mouth-breathers were fishing the main floor, while swimmers were jumping down into it. I started at the second level and caught a few dinkers. As I cast, I heard the unmistakable sound of bagpipes. I looked across, and saw a small wedding ceremony being performed in the shallows on the edge of the falls. <br />
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I think the other fisherman got tired of people jumping into the river, as they left not long after I got there. So, I took some pokes in there before leaving. I caught a lot of chubs and a few trout. Nothing of size landed that day, but a unique day nonetheless.<br />
</div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-73379652889089148292010-07-31T14:14:00.000-05:002010-07-31T14:14:12.311-05:00War-wick's A Pimp<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: May 22, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: low double digits</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Xan</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Scoot </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'll be honest, I thought today was going to suck. The weather forcast didn't look so good. Sunny, warm temps, shit. Additionally, things had been slow. Lots of new water, but few fish to show for it. So Scoot, armed with cheap stogies, and I went to the Warwick. <br />
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By the time we arrived, the weather was not conforming to the prognostications of the experts. There was a layer of clouds, and it was a bit cool. We started above the park, and found a fisherman in the first money run. After heading a bit further down, it was on. Rainbow trout. Agressive? Most definitely. Stupid? Perhaps. Fun to catch? You bet! We couldn't lose. Nearly every run we hit produced bows. Nymphs, streamers, it all worked. The hot spring day did not materialize, but a small storm did. We smoked cigars under a light rain as the fishing slowed down.<br />
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We went back to the car and drove over to the waterfall. Scooter caught a decent fish on level 3, while I landed a small guy on level 2. The main floor was not very productive. It didn't matter. The weather and fishing forcasters had been proven wrong, and I didn't even have to use my AK. Today was a good day.<br />
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</div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-68506588634582589212010-07-31T14:11:00.000-05:002010-07-31T14:11:04.926-05:00A Noose<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJioFqKQ-389c39j5hTj3Q3MDOmtheqWfT__WV-U59uVnRzoVMN_dJqpZPEkEr3E2QnGVIS21AD1jo_SeMPpwWC4qodpdOv_2DDsL4wK2VrUsCzO3dS9XqWNpxcERdoDrsPN53LI_nn5lg/s1600/IMG_4293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJioFqKQ-389c39j5hTj3Q3MDOmtheqWfT__WV-U59uVnRzoVMN_dJqpZPEkEr3E2QnGVIS21AD1jo_SeMPpwWC4qodpdOv_2DDsL4wK2VrUsCzO3dS9XqWNpxcERdoDrsPN53LI_nn5lg/s400/IMG_4293.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: May 15, 2010<br />
Location: Famous Original Ray's - downstream<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: a couple</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
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TAFKAY <br />
Boot<br />
Xan<br />
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Mission Explore 2010 continued. We went to Famous Original Rays, not a new spot, but headed downstream instead. Usually, the furthest down we've gone is the pool directly below the bridge, but today we forged onwards, into the great unknown.<br />
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Most of it was fairly nondescript, until we arrived at a huge, lazy pool. Believing the pool to be too slow for love, I continued on downstream. When I came back, I found my compatriots were KILLING it there. A small pheasant tail, drifting slowly, ever so slowly, through the dark water was landing trout after trout (and suckers). The current at this spot was about as fast as a three legged tortoise, but the water was deep and murky, perfect cover for fish.<br />
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The hole had another nice feature, a noose like rope, strung from a tree high above. Looking for a diversion from my rock-stick-ball game, I grabbed the rope, put my foot in the noose and started swinging above the pool. Great fun. If I'm ever back there while wet wading, I will be sure to get the full effect of launching myself into the water.<br />
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After a while, Booter let me take a few casts, and with one of his non flashback PTs, I too got in on the trouty fun. Things started to slow down not long after, and we called it a day. </div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-72179217380759728572010-07-31T14:01:00.002-05:002010-07-31T14:04:39.155-05:00Eastward Ho...<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: May 14, 2010<br />
Location: Eau Galle<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: a couple</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
<br />
Xan<br />
Quickdraw </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">QD and I had Friday off, so it was time to keep this season's exploration theme going. We drove out a bit further east to the Eau Galle. <br />
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The day started ominously. After we had set up, I jumped in my car to roll my windows down a crack. Jumping out of the car and locking the doors, I left my keys in the ignition. With the windows a bit open, QD was able to pull one of them down a bit further, enough to reach a stick in and hit the power lock switch, saving the day.<br />
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From there, it was time to explore, and as has been the case in most of the recent exploration, it was also time to not catch shit. If you're wondering why the Eau Galle doesn't have a code name, it's because the river sucks my balls. Shallow and generally small, we had a hard time finding any good water to cast in. We did find a bunch of morels at the first spot. My eagle eye spotted a large specimen, then QD found a treasure trove of smaller ones.<br />
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We drove up and down the river, trying out different areas, almost all of it shitty. The only decent pool/run we found was in a small town the river flowed through. We caught a few small trout there, but not much else. After driving around a bit more, we gave up and returned with our fungal gold. </div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-74140396772862139512010-07-31T13:58:00.000-05:002010-07-31T13:58:05.006-05:00Whole Lotta Nothing Goin' On<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: May 9, 2010<br />
Location: Club<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 1 brown</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span>Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
<br />
Boot<br />
Xan</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Booter and I went to the Club to get our fish and morel on. Sadly, we came away with few fish and no morels. Starting at the usual spot below the bridge, I landed an average brown right away. It was a long and fruit/fungus-less day after that. We hiked up to the big pool, fishing along the way, taking side trips into the woods, giggling like little girls about cute boys, the usual. Booter caught a fish at some point, but who really cares?</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-79736678393276269732010-06-14T18:57:00.001-05:002010-06-14T18:59:40.986-05:00#1 Cow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOARduaL6h1wfw86XLVIztNkRYJq91CuBNfPdgb1AnIMXKOWb-nwTBhwbvR7oCMDIUkgB6FQxyJhuqJCbh-OSSWfQ_cj4yZCayHCpeUPvQsieUXdrh7JH-MBeeuYP6kg2ZtJ3gfivR39ZJ/s1600/IMG_4283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOARduaL6h1wfw86XLVIztNkRYJq91CuBNfPdgb1AnIMXKOWb-nwTBhwbvR7oCMDIUkgB6FQxyJhuqJCbh-OSSWfQ_cj4yZCayHCpeUPvQsieUXdrh7JH-MBeeuYP6kg2ZtJ3gfivR39ZJ/s400/IMG_4283.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: April 24, 2010<br />
Location: New Curd spot<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: a few brookies</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
QD</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Xan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It was time to do our part. Quickie and I went out to help clean up the Curd river. We were assigned a short stretch downstream from the Club, where we picked the area clean of cigarette butts, cans, and the random car axle. After a lovely lunch of chicken and dumpling soup, it was time to fish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">We decided to find some new water, away from the other cleaning hordes. We found a spot between the Gallery and Methtell, and wandered around in a light rain. As usual, I caught some dinky, but beautifully colored brook trout, and one of a somewhat respectable size. Every decent trout I had on popped off. The action was about the same for QD, who also landed a decent brookie. The highlight of this area was our close encounter with some milk cows. Here, you see the tail end of a cow urinating. And that, my friends, is where curds come from.</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span></span><br />
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</span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-91493468601733215202010-06-14T18:50:00.001-05:002010-06-14T19:00:21.470-05:00Caddishack<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l-kxPLbx1NkP75ZwKtT2Gi8a_BYcbYlBwtKBFIlQFJukkKUEYAQrBpf9Ncwb1Nr_0eueZhgHpd4tDDFiBK_Ev3_Zt9P75jmLbYPcFdlJsg81JHpAB_nlsLSVbjRUFysqKDEzQst0BuUN/s1600/IMG_4277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l-kxPLbx1NkP75ZwKtT2Gi8a_BYcbYlBwtKBFIlQFJukkKUEYAQrBpf9Ncwb1Nr_0eueZhgHpd4tDDFiBK_Ev3_Zt9P75jmLbYPcFdlJsg81JHpAB_nlsLSVbjRUFysqKDEzQst0BuUN/s400/IMG_4277.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: April 17, 2010<br />
Location: Eagle and Club<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: Caddis</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: a few </span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
QD</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">TP</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Xan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Having a hard time deciding where to fish, we wound up at Eagle. After a quick jaunt upstream, we reversed course and fished our way downstream to the mousing pools. It was a slow go, but a few fish were landed here and there by the group. Caddis were out and about, with a few fish rising to them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">We then headed out to the Club, where we hiked a ways downstream. I almost caught two trout on a caddis dry, but my hook set timing was off, and dry fly fishing sucks balls anyways. The day ended after we made it close to the upstream reaches of the Great Lawn. TP landed a decent trout on a downstream caddis dry presentation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-88762708115315167982010-06-14T18:33:00.000-05:002010-06-14T18:33:38.770-05:00Not All Who Wander Catch Fish<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: April 4, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: around 3</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
Xan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Needing to feel the tug of an actual fish</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> on my line </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">, I went to the Warwick. I went to a spot up from the park that I had fished once before, and hiked downstream to do some exploring. As is usually the case with exploring, I didn't catch shit, nor did I find much good water.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Driving back toward the park, I went to one of my money runs. Landing a few small bows, I decided to do some more exploring to finish the day. I had never gone upstream from the bridge at this spot, and I was rewarded with the only decent fish of the day. Casting my nymphs in a shallow riffle, I hooked into a bow that put up an acrobatic fight. It wasn't huge, but after the dinky bows prior, it was nice to catch a fish. The rest of the exploratory mission was the usual crap.</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-13453876795803273842010-06-14T18:27:00.000-05:002010-06-14T18:27:44.238-05:00Skunk Ape<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: April 3, 2010<br />
Location: V<br />
Air temp: ?<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 0</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
Xan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It was time for a solid skunking, so I went to the V. I went to my usual haunt, wandered pretty far upstream, and got skunked. I saw some fish in clear, slow water, but they saw me, and wanted nothing to do with my nymphs. Just another day on the V.</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-13163636489093992592010-03-30T21:49:00.000-05:002010-03-30T21:49:49.252-05:00Open For Business<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: March 28, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick<br />
Air temp: 50s<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: maybe 10 (browns & bows)</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
Xan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Aw shit. It's on. The Warwick was now finally free from the cruel grip of winter. The ice was gone and the levels were right. When I go fishing these days, I can be assured of two things. 1. My right foot will get wet. 2. The Warwick has some fat fish.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">I first went to one of my favorite runs, a bit upstream from the park. As I got to work, I realized I was in for a long day of brisk wind. Casting in between gusts, I hooked into a solid fish and fighter. The moment I'd been waiting for all winter was finally here... until the fish popped off. I went up the run, lost some flies, then, not satisfied, fished the run again. This proved to be a good idea, landing a few fish, including a decent piggy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Driving downstream to the next lot, I didn't find much success. I pulled a brown out of the pool, but lost more flies. It came to the point where I had to put on a new leader and ditch the 5x tippet that seemed to have gone bad. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Next up: Waterfall. This is a pretty unique spot. Not only is the scenery magnificent, and the fish large, it is also a bit of an exhibitionist endeavor. On a nice day, you'll find numerous people milling about, enjoying the sights and breathing in the water vapor. A couple of ladies were on the bridge, and after some time, I got the sense they were watching me. I hooked into two fish, landing one. They soon came over to me, and one of them told me her friend had taken some pictures of me fishing. The photog came over, and showed me the snaps. They asked for my email address to send me the pics. I gave it to them, thanked them, and they went on their way.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Going up to level two of the falls, I found no fish. Level three, nada. Hiking upstream a ways proved just as futile. I decided to end my day back at the falls to further indulge my exhibitionism. I did not disappoint. Soon into my return, my indicator twitched, I set, and a decent sized fish was on. I could feel the eyes watching me as I fought the fish like a pro. After an epic battle, a sucker, which I had hooked in the back, came out of the water. It thrashed about and broke off my dropper, taking my pink squirrel back whence it came. The crowd then threw stones and rotten vegetables at me, which was well deserved. I continued on for a bit, landing proper fish, of the bow and brown variety. The end of my day came just below the falls, where a chub grabbed my dropper, giving me a Warwick Grand Slam. </span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-43109342604530173352010-03-30T21:20:00.001-05:002010-03-30T21:20:08.234-05:00Of Lazy Days and Death Stares<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: March 21, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick, Canyon Area, Mr. F<br />
Air temp: 40s<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 2 (brown and brook)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Xan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">After a solid early season day, it was time to come back to Earth. I went back to the Warwick, and visited the falls. It was still blown out, so I headed over to Lunds to pick up some flies, then went to the smaller dam above the Canyon. Standing on Dead Gosling Rock, my quest for a lunker at the head of the dam proved unsuccessful. I went over to the little falls, and was able to land a small brown and an average brookie. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Next, I went down to the main dam at the Canyon, and threw nymphs and streamers to no effect. Getting hungry, I went into town and got some Chinese. Not in much hurry to fish, I walked around the town, by the river, taking in the atmosphere. Of all the Wisconsin towns I've been to, the Canyon's is my favorite. Not just for the dollar flies and penny parking meters. The place is a time warp back to the America of yesteryear, that only exists in the brains of Republicans (-N. Flanders). On a Sunday, the town has a wonderful, lazy energy, one I was more than happy to enjoy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">I finally made my way to finish off the day at Mr. F. I walked downstream to fish a reliable run. I saw a few rises, but had no success with my nymphs. I decided to give it another go with a dry, until a couple mouth-breathers came by. One kept walking downstream, while the other started casting right into the run I was standing at. That was enough of a sign to call it a day, and I gave the knuckle-dragger my best death stare as I walked past him to the lot. </span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-13654314377017588992010-03-30T20:44:00.000-05:002010-03-30T20:44:15.583-05:00Are You Experienced?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_8xhkaHCzh9XHYEeVdBwoL2B-05FeNyUPsm0ImpL5ceBYMya0W_tR8zWwiPR0DxpRuszmCvv79iyjcMiEfCWpr7cExGvvoQD6gzzZchbiKbodW3LMGZT8yrWBRqVZ-d3rvzarq2nDzVQ/s1600/IMG_4267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_8xhkaHCzh9XHYEeVdBwoL2B-05FeNyUPsm0ImpL5ceBYMya0W_tR8zWwiPR0DxpRuszmCvv79iyjcMiEfCWpr7cExGvvoQD6gzzZchbiKbodW3LMGZT8yrWBRqVZ-d3rvzarq2nDzVQ/s400/IMG_4267.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: March 20, 2010<br />
Location: Warwick, Great Lawn<br />
Air temp: 40s<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 10ish (browns)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Xan<br />
Quickdraw</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Sometimes the fishing gods offer you a sign. Sometimes they offer you two signs. Sometimes you ignore them anyway and find out for your damn self. As Quick and I were setting up in the lot of the Warwick, a very nice lady was walking back to her car with her dog. Seeing we were anglers of the highest order, she made some small talk. After revealing that she was learning the ways of the long rod, she said very politely, "I'm not as experienced as you guys are, but I'd say the river is a bit high from what I can tell." We thanked her for her input, but nevertheless strode off to the river.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">As QD and I split off to fish the first run, a man approached me, and in a much less gentle fashion blathered out, "You'll have more luck catching a turd than a fish!" Of course, I paid little heed and got into the river. After realizing I couldn't cross safely, I stayed on that side and wasted some time casting into the flow. After about 10 minutes, we relented and got the hell out of there.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">So, we went to the Great Lawn. The water was a tad low, and crystal clear, but fishable. We walked up to the first bend/pool, and tried our luck nymphing. A few hits, but no lands, kept us there a bit too long, before we relented once again and made our way upstream. Our time fishing that area had allowed numerous anglers a chance to secure most of the best spots along the way, so further upstream we went.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Eventually, we reached the last fishable run for a long, long ways. It was pretty small, you could stand in one place and get a drift through all the good water, but it was fast and a bit deep. I decided to wet a line, and was rewarded with a fish. Second cast, fish. Not wanting to hog the run, I ceded the run to Quick. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">After a few fruitless casts, he got tangled up, so I jumped back in. The fish just kept coming, a few being decent.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">This went on for a bit until the run seemed to be dead. We hiked back down, stopping to fish a pool. With QD at the head, and myself manning the tail, this inequality of riches continued. Clearly, QD had angered the fishing gods. Some days they smile upon you, other days you shit the bed. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">The day concluded with more fish. After we got back to town, we met up with Booter to watch the Fackin' Fly Fishing Film Tour (FFFFT). There were many great flicks, a bounty of free swag, and a room full of "elitist fly fisherman" (I overheard a mouth-breather use the term outside the theater). To him I say, damn right, ape fucker!</span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-17146307888011717052010-03-17T19:41:00.002-05:002010-03-17T19:43:08.470-05:00Rocks Off<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: March 14, 2010<br />
Location: Famous Original Ray's<br />
Air temp: 50s<br />
Water temp: ?<br />
Hatches: ?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 1 brown</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">TAFKAY</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Booter</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Xan<br />
Scoot<br />
Quickdraw</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">A week's worth of thaw = brown. While the river wasn't completely blown to shit, there were no cars at the lot, which should have told us something. We set about our Don Quixote-like quest, fighting windmills on the river. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Things weren't all futile, however. A new game was born. A game that will stand by Rock-Stick-Ball and Ice Breaker. I present to you: Displacement. At a foamy area of the river, the Displacer throws a rock into the foam. The rock creates a hole of clear water in the foam, whence the Contestants try to throw their own rocks into the clear water. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Back to the story at hand.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Up and further upstream we went. We eventually had a glimmer of hope. Quick landed a trout in the (normally) slow water downstream of the gallery. By the time we got to the gallery, Boot and Scoot had to go home. TAFKAY was insistent to fish up to the first bend, and his instincts paid off. Two fish came to his hand, one to mine, and another for Quick.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">The fish were small, the fishing mostly fruitless, but it was a gorgeous day. Now the excitement builds. The nexus of perfect weather, good water, low vegetation and big fish is near. The real March Madness is around the corner. Get excited kids, game's gonna get good.</span></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-42763302888688234222010-03-17T19:27:00.005-05:002010-03-17T19:48:50.136-05:00Wet n' Hard: Opener 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHVH83DKl6RU0U4KIiRpTrcSQG-69mBPc0-ns8EWH58zlNs_h-v2YfqLl3IJFvfci0VCxMZA2cGNTF8Vnid0NjvOymf7zjl5UGe6fn2oqoTDHbH68iJkSb6KArG-84BgQ-1x-iX_5qOGy/s1600-h/IMG_4233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449754653199001074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHVH83DKl6RU0U4KIiRpTrcSQG-69mBPc0-ns8EWH58zlNs_h-v2YfqLl3IJFvfci0VCxMZA2cGNTF8Vnid0NjvOymf7zjl5UGe6fn2oqoTDHbH68iJkSb6KArG-84BgQ-1x-iX_5qOGy/s400/IMG_4233.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Dates: March 6, 2010<br />
Location: EP Spot & Warwick<br />
Air temp: 40s<br />
Water temp: ?s<br />
Hatches: ?<br />
Fish landed: 0</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><br />
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Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br />
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Quickdraw<br />
Booter<br />
Xan </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another year, another opener. As I get older, I find myself getting less excited for opener. Much like closer, I know the fishing will probably suck ass. Still, while I didn't feel like a kid on Christmas morning, on the ride out to the river, I felt whole again. I would probably get skunked, but much like "Xan Time," I need time wandering around nature.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">No one was eager to take the lead and choose our inaugural spot, probably to avoid the blame when everyone got the skunk. We eventually wound up at the EP Spot and found the parking lot to be surprisingly quiet. We geared up and headed downstream. The water was low and somewhat clear, but mostly ice free.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">So we started the game. Cast, cast, cast, cast, cast some more, move downstream, cast, cast.... Deeper runs were hard to find, but Booter found one that produced a couple modest fish. The stank would remain on Quick and I.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Things weren't so hot over at the Warwick, but it was fun to walk on the river. Below the dam, the river was running, but the trout were still not biting. Ah, the joys of opener.</span></div></div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-58388036945592868652009-12-03T17:10:00.003-06:002009-12-03T17:14:14.637-06:00Fishball<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Dates: November 15, 2009<br />Location: Brule<br />Air temp: 40s<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Fish landed: 0</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" >Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />Xan<br />Fruit Booter<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >As a football fan and an upper Midwestern fisherman, sometimes one is faced with tough choices. As the inland season is ending, the NFL season is just getting underway. You've waited nearly 8 months filled with sports garbage (NBA, NHL, college sports, Cincinnati Reds, etc...), carefully assembled fantasy teams, watched reruns of the '98 QB Challenge (Jim Harbaugh! Woo!) and anything else on the NFL Network, and sat through countless hours of dipshit prognosticators picking assholes like the Rams as their sleeper teams. Sure, river conditions at that point are generally shitty, but you know you won't have another chance at trout for 5 brutal months. However, this availability of addictions isn't a bad dilemma to have.</span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" > <p dir="ltr">Once the inland season is over, however, you're still not out of the woods (pun mildly intended). Hunting is still in the picture, but most importantly, steelhead closer. As fate would have it, this year's closer happened to fall on the day my favorite team was coming to town. However, my favorite team is the Lions, so fuck them, I went fishing.</p> <p dir="ltr">Booter and I decided to go for a Brule Blitz (pun not intended). Drive out early Sunday morning, fish, drive home near dusk. We didn't need to be on the river at first light, but we were concerned about losing all the good spots to the early birds. Sure enough, the parking area at our usual haunt looked like a used car lot. So, we drove to a new spot and were lucky enough to find only one car. </p> <p dir="ltr">What followed next was your typical Brule day. We flogged lots of good looking water, lost a ton of flies, ate sandwiches by the car, talked to people that had hooked a steelie or two, caught some small bows (Boot did, I got skunked), and enjoyed a beautiful sunny day out in the middle of nowhere. Hundreds of miles away, the Lions played like the Lions, and all was right with the world (except for not catching any goddammed steelhead).</p> </span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-23771300319930270002009-10-21T17:28:00.004-05:002009-10-21T17:46:07.540-05:00More, Man!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUT1Ys7-nnR4DhJcw0tFKuScBxK6GoabAxvnWctVLOXzjxNJIG0jLxzAxR5SfbTb07HleHVD-qkMRaZyl3NqcVVtdw2_TE1-FYPVEptOgwdHrN4KcWweRKVMO5sbQwBEm_smJoI2Bgsvdb/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUT1Ys7-nnR4DhJcw0tFKuScBxK6GoabAxvnWctVLOXzjxNJIG0jLxzAxR5SfbTb07HleHVD-qkMRaZyl3NqcVVtdw2_TE1-FYPVEptOgwdHrN4KcWweRKVMO5sbQwBEm_smJoI2Bgsvdb/s400/IMG_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395187349456591586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Dates: September 22-25, 2009<br />Location: Blue, Berry, Robo<br />Air temp: 70s<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Fish landed: A few here and there</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />B Chubnut<br />Fruit Booter<br />Xan </span><p style="font-family: courier new;" face="courier new">The thing I like about end of summer trips is that you get to look forward to them all summer. The trip's main purpose was to attend the nuptials of our old friends Tokyo Drift and The Naz. However, given the location (and no Montana trip this year), some tweaks to the itinerary were made, and fishing was added to the agenda.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;" face="courier new">Through our research leading up to this, we concluded we should fish two rivers. We'll call them the "Blue" and the "Robo." During Chubnut's research (calling one guide), the Blue came highly<br />recommended. My intensive study on the matter (a 2 page article in a free fishing magazine from Lunds) pointed to the Robo. Booter's contribution to the brain trust came from his sole experience fishing a section of the Robo. Amongst the trash strewn about, he saw a television embedded in the bank. This fact would be repeated ad nauseum for a good portion of the trip.<br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new;" face="courier new">We finally decided to split our time. Wednesday and Thursday would be spent on the Blue, Thursday night we would drive to the Robo, and fish that on Friday morning. </p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9/22</span></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br />So it was, Chubnut flew there on Tuesday morning, and Booter and I met up with him a few hours later. We loaded up our shitty rental car (who needs power locks, windows or engines?), and made our way out to the Blue. We got into the area about an hour before dark, and decided to try the sunset/night bite. By the time we arrived at the river, the sun was starting to disappear behind the mountains, and the hordes of drift boaters were landing their crafts. We fished till dark, with no luck. Chubbles was just downstream from me when I heard him shriek. A huge splash only a few feet away from him had caused this outburst. When Booter returned to our area, he was told of the splash and took action. Casting his streamer out to the vicinity of the disturbance, a nice fish attacked and was hooked. Booter was on the board, and so it began. </p> <p style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9/23</span></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br />We awoke just before the dawn, which turned out to be a waste since we needed to wait for the fly shop to open. A few hours later, Booter ran down to the shop to purchase a new pair of waders. After many years of service (probably about 7 or 8 fishing days total), his waders were letting in more water than they kept out. That or it was urine. Either way, it was time for an update. One swanky pair of Simms later, we were off to the river. </p> <p style="font-family: courier new;">With daylight on our side, we headed upstream to explore the water. River access was well laid out in the area, with nice trails and occasional boardwalks all along the bank. The river seemed similar to the Madison in terms of size. Unfortunately, the "not catching many fish" part was also similar. All day we toiled under bright skies on clear water. We each caught a few fish, some were even decent, but they were hard earned, and came over the course of an entire day.</p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WM5XU4j3qxWIMFV9cy7k9MvByJc6pxWDbIczV4ry2JjxW6wQLSbx6GVLCQrIbAqqEIRCm8ZMRHrar943Go7rRQ2_JezNWq812u2rbZULAhEMX4jZHyU3ZfWJA6Xmk__5p1a7TS-WpOiw/s1600-h/IMG_4008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WM5XU4j3qxWIMFV9cy7k9MvByJc6pxWDbIczV4ry2JjxW6wQLSbx6GVLCQrIbAqqEIRCm8ZMRHrar943Go7rRQ2_JezNWq812u2rbZULAhEMX4jZHyU3ZfWJA6Xmk__5p1a7TS-WpOiw/s400/IMG_4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395187358633153938" border="0" /></a></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9/24</span></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br />Since the previous day sucked balls, we changed plans and headed out to the Robo. Along the way, we stopped at a small stream recommended to us by a fly shop guide. This was prime 3wt territory, but the scenery was magnificent. We were surrounded by towering rock structures as the river twisted through the canyon. The fish were small, as was to be expected, but it was a nice break from the big water. </p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7G_xAncMoB9RVwOmb-9VwE4SIO4NMI-EKP64-wpvQaQaInB0BLQjB8H17omt18RSM10FLnk7VUn0UunDcltdacqKWWhdJlijet9VYef-e1raMVAhVlSbjzp07bVs68EdVRZPhTYOTY1gp/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7G_xAncMoB9RVwOmb-9VwE4SIO4NMI-EKP64-wpvQaQaInB0BLQjB8H17omt18RSM10FLnk7VUn0UunDcltdacqKWWhdJlijet9VYef-e1raMVAhVlSbjzp07bVs68EdVRZPhTYOTY1gp/s400/IMG_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395187363537341778" border="0" /></a></p><br /> <p style="font-family: courier new;">After lunch, we continued on to the Robo. We arrived near dusk, and fished till dark. The river reminded me a lot of the Gallatin, decent sized, but wadable. The place was crawling with other anglers, and we made our way upstream, with little success. Our nymphs were cleaning the masses of plant life from the bottom. Despite this, there was a cautious optimism for the next morning. The river was a good size, accessibility was good, and there were many fishy looking spots.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9/25</span></p><p style="font-family: courier new;"><br />One last shot at Utah's rivers. We went back to the Robo, but went downstream this time. The three of us started fishing a long run. Near the head, Chubbers and Bootie started to land fish here and there. Small zebra midges and scuds seemed to be doing the trick. After many casts and a few more fish, we continued downstream and came upon a pool. Casting his zebra midge into said pool, Chubnut hooked into a nice fish.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;">And so it went all day. Those who used tiny nymphs (#20 or smaller) caught fish. Those that did not (me), struggled all day. Near the end of the day, as we were fishing our way back to the car, we arrived at the pool where Chub had landed his first nice fish of the day. Seeing my frustration, Chubnut lent me a small zebra midge to try. I tied it on as a dropper, added some weight, and set to work. After more fruitless casting, I was given five final casts. Cast one: nothing. Two: nadda. Three: same. Four: couple flies floating down the river. Cinco: bam! At the buzzer, a decent/ok fish was on. After a bit of a fight, I brought him to net, and that was the end of our Utah fishing adventure.<span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></p>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-46534150621710823432009-10-21T17:15:00.004-05:002009-10-21T17:48:14.361-05:00Closer To Me<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXmXDbvqZYlOkyCuHv57FIUHwrMonvfEUfWNAl2QTmvtzeGZts1U2lrlzRu0B2Wajrazz0A7DyxkR2ZHtdIQkP-qUesfxk1_Af8vzTloM9wMm2IrPW8n5rXr2I2s2oqpbgEzPCgMJNffy/s1600-h/closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXmXDbvqZYlOkyCuHv57FIUHwrMonvfEUfWNAl2QTmvtzeGZts1U2lrlzRu0B2Wajrazz0A7DyxkR2ZHtdIQkP-qUesfxk1_Af8vzTloM9wMm2IrPW8n5rXr2I2s2oqpbgEzPCgMJNffy/s400/closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395183165330631250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Photo courtesy of QD<br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Dates: September 19, 2009<br />Location: New Spot & Warwick<br />Air temp: ?<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Fish landed: 3</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />Xan<br />QD<br /><br /></span> <p style="font-family: courier new;" face="courier new">Though it was a bit early, it was time to say goodbye to the season. Trout fishing, for the most part, had long since sucked ass. An unusually bad year for water levels in addition to an extremely dry September made the late season even worse than normal. Today would be our closer, due to a trip to Utah over the next weekend, and also because I didn't realize when the season actually ends.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;" face="courier new">QD and I set out in the afternoon, heading directly to Lunds for a final fly restock. Since we were nearby, I took QD to the minor waterfall/dam area for the first time. Standing on Dead Gosling Rock, I finally was able to tempt a decent brown out of the base of the dam. Quickdraw fished the waterfall to some success. Those being pretty much the only spots to fish there, we drove off to the Warwick, upstream from the real waterfall.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;" face="courier new">We made our way downstream, fishing all the usual holes and runs along the way. The hours passed, steam was lost, and the taint of late season overcame our enthusiasm. We had caught some fish, Pat a decent brookie, myself an OK brown, and that was enough. </p> <p style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Twas an interesting season. A season of falling water, dry skies, low levels, new spots, and the park popo pinching Poachdraw. It was indeed the year of the Warwick. While the Curd and Canyon were clear and low, the Warwick held strong all season, and produced the hardest fighting fish as well. Now all</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> that is left is the hope of Utah, steelhead, and a quick and merciful winter.</span><br /></p>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-17113608421464022102009-08-31T17:43:00.004-05:002009-08-31T18:00:08.008-05:00Curd Hoss<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: August 22, 2009<br />Location: Various parts of the Curd<br />Air temp: upper 70s<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 6 (3 brooks, 3 browns)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />Xan<br />QD<br /><br /><br />After scrapping a planned float due to bullshit hot weather and wind conditions, Quick and I decided to canoe the Canyon on this day. But, QD wasn't feeling well in the morning, so we decided to keep it simple and do a normal outing.<br /><br />We went to the Curd instead, first going to QD's favorite run. We soon discovered it was really friggin' cold to be wet wading, but pushed ahead anyways. We didn't catch shit there.<br /><br />Next up, was the Great Lawn. Finding a mouth-breathing family fishing from the bridge, we walked upstream to the first pool, where I was able to land one or two. We hiked up a bit, but low levels and the bright sun made for more futility. <br /><br />To end the day, we decided to hit the EP spot. I started casting from the mousin' stations, and landed a brookie right away. QD went downstream and I went up. Landing a few more fish here and there, I made my way back to the stations, were I met up with QD, who unfortunately had gotten the skunk.<br /><br />After the fishing was done, we went to town, where they were holding their annual summer festival. We saw the largest horses I've ever seen, paired up and pulling sleds laden with huge concrete blocks. We sampled various culinary delights, and then went back home, to tell all of the feats of strength we had witnessed.<br /></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-62039571918673340612009-08-31T17:38:00.000-05:002009-08-31T17:42:22.875-05:00Guilty Pleasures<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: August 2, 2009<br />Location: iRiver<br />Air temp: 80s<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: 2 (1 bass, 1 pike)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />Taffy<br />QD<br />Xan<br /><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: courier new;">As the heat of summer reached its shitty apex, it was once again time to leave the trout alone and focus on fucking with bass. So off to the iRiver we went, to taste its sweet fruits and do battle with stupid fish.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;">I was most excited for the raspberries, which I ate with frolicsome abandon as QD and Taffy were still setting up. After repeating last year's misguided path to the river, we finally got our bearings and found the spots with the goods. </p> <p style="font-family: courier new;">While QD went downstream to fish some runs, I took Taffy, an iRiver virgin, to the area of my past conquests. Things started slow, as we flogged sections of a pool with our streamers. After tossing around my green bugger with no action, I decided to put some split shot on. My next cast landed by the bank, infront of a submerged branch, an area I had hit only minutes ago. I let the added weight do its thing for a moment, then a strip... boingo! As I fought the fish, it became clear that it was neither bass nor trout. It sported a beak-like mouth, long and lanky body, and darted through the water like a true killer. Getting it to the net, I found a 17" pike or muskie (fuck if I can tell the difference, probably a pike though). Neither of us had a camera, so we examined the beast for a moment and then let it swim off, hopefully to grow into a big and strong gosling eater.</p> <p style="font-family: courier new;">A short while later, QD was by us when I began to drift an egg sucking leech through a run. I saw a flash go after the purple fly, and the showdown with Billy Bass was on. True to form, the roughly 16" bass put up a solid battle. It was Quick's turn next, as he fished a pool upstream from us, taking on a few bass of his own. </p> <p style="font-family: courier new;">Things slowed down after that, as we cast here and there in vain. With all said and done, even though they weren't trout, I'd do it again.</p>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-91310932208357974782009-08-31T17:34:00.002-05:002009-08-31T17:37:48.761-05:00Dog Days of Summer<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: July 19, 2009<br />Location: Warwick Falls<br />Air temp: 70s<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: a few</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />Xan<br />Booter<br /><br /><br />Sorry for the lapse in posting. On this day, Boot and I went to the waterfall (again). Caught a few dinkers, only fished for a few hours, nice to be out, yadda yadda yadda. Like most things in life involving Booter, it was only mildly satisfying and ended prematurely. </span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-50286334182402720012009-06-28T15:33:00.004-05:002009-06-28T15:49:45.972-05:00It's LaToya's time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3669489230_730ddb4631.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3669489230_730ddb4631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Dates: June 26, 2009<br />Location: The Curd Rivah<br />Air temp: mid 90's</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: some Lil guys, and the dreaded parsnip<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Fish landed: 1(TAFKAY)</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3669490508_99ef58dff1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3669490508_99ef58dff1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />QuickDraw<br />TAFKAY<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">well it was another slow day on the river but we had a good time, It was hot, so we sought the shelter of the shade, we had a nice walk down river starting at the "family lands". We hit a few small runs on the way to our ultimate destination. Me and TAFKAY had a good day out eventhough the fish weren't biting.<br /><br />I managed to find a bug that was completely covered in Flashback!!!!<br />Take that Booter! Take it all.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />We capped off the day right with a stop to the EPB&G for a large order of their delicious Spicy curds.<br /></span>QuickDrawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938335404933345275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-90839812413001290172009-06-25T17:57:00.002-05:002009-06-25T17:59:37.357-05:00RIP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFOhdRqAs2Acm2BEpFg0momo_xn4n7o0c_WNOoLq0JrX4La1QVa_q0_XEwi8WaOm5R3H38hw0fGyK1Vp1dRgEWvIPq4QN3U063XdsBgm-GWvaPauo2rIZcER7dwtsl7bFoZxbmGdgcOI9/s1600-h/mj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFOhdRqAs2Acm2BEpFg0momo_xn4n7o0c_WNOoLq0JrX4La1QVa_q0_XEwi8WaOm5R3H38hw0fGyK1Vp1dRgEWvIPq4QN3U063XdsBgm-GWvaPauo2rIZcER7dwtsl7bFoZxbmGdgcOI9/s400/mj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351403507741634386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">May heaven be filled with P.Y.T.s.<br /><br /><br /></span>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914521788799350368.post-43470263675820202962009-06-15T17:30:00.002-05:002009-06-15T17:38:47.697-05:00Generations<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dates: June 7, 2009<br />Location: Various parts of the Warwick<br />Air temp: upper 50s<br />Water temp: ?<br />Hatches: ?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Fish landed: low double digits</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:<br /><br />Xan<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="font-family: courier new;" id=":h8" class="ii gt"><p>It finally rained on Saturday. I stayed off the streams as the first good dousing in weeks replenished water levels, if only for a little while. On Sunday, I went fishing, though only after waking up rather late and finding it hard to motivate. The skies were overcast and the air temps were unusually cool, and I finally realized that I wouldn't see such plum conditions until September at best. </p> <p>Because of my late start, I decided it would be a good day to hit lower traffic areas and perhaps explore a bit. I went to a spot well upstream on the Warwick, only to find a truck parked in the lot with a bumper sticker that read, "I fish, therefore I lie." I decided to give it a whirl anyways. This was a place I had found morels and hardy trout in years past. On this day, I would find neither, though I did land a few smaller trout here and there. As I made my way downstream, I came upon the presumed owner of the truck, an old mouth-breather who was stalking a large trout. In our brief exchange of chit chat, he made the remark that fly fishermen could not catch large trout. My retort consisted of the words, "You fish, therefore you die, ape fucker," coupled with a devastating chop to his temple. Actually, I ignored him and continued downstream until the trail disappeared and nothing looked very fishy, so I went back to the car.</p> <p>At this point, it was exploring time. I studied the DeLorme to find spots between my normal Warwick haunts and my starting point. I found a few candidates and drove to check them out. My third stop looked the most promising. Walking down from the bridge, I found a few kids hanging out underneath. I asked if they would mind me wetting a line, to which they had no quarrel. The run looked promising, and sure enough, my first few casts landed fish. This piqued their interest, and they asked to get a closer look at my catch. Walking over to shore, I let a girl hold my brown trout, leaving you, my dear reader, to interpret that as you will. Not long after, some more kids and a couple adults arrived at the opposite bank, along with a dog not owned by anyone present. The dog proceeded to swim through the run, and one of the girls started yapping about her life story, so I got the hell out of there and went upstream. </p> <p>I made my way up, finding my surroundings to be quite similar to the regions above the Canyon. Fish were landed here and there, though nothing of size. I explored for a while, until things started looking the same. After tiring of the lack of trails, I made my way back and went home.</p> </div>Xanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231687308556030051noreply@blogger.com0