I don't think I have a fishing problem, but my wife does. Hopeless obsession, maybe, but it's not something I'd consider a "problem." In fact, it's provided me with too many ultimate adventures to be classified as anything but a SOLUTION to the daily armpit stink of life.

2nd December 2009

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“bucket fillers”

Holy cow.  I’m pretty sure this is Richmond…but if only for a few days it sure feels like Seattle.  Fine by me.  Their coffee is way better than ours and there’s stuff open after 8 PM.

I have become the farmer at work, constantly complaining that we don’t get enough rain or that we get too much.  Basically 8 months out of the year it isn’t so bad, but July through October tend to be as dry as a popcorn fart around here.  Typical confederate seasons.  But just as brookie fishin comes back into focus after the li’l bastards perform their annual humpings, here comes the friggin rain.

Not that it’s gonna stop the brookie brigade, just means we gotta tie heavier stuff to cut through the heavier flows and fuller plunge pools to get down deep and in the grilles of those bottom-huggin jerks.  The upside to this whole washout is that the streams close to Skyline Drive in the SNP will be coming down sooner and the bigguns that are skinny from the spawn will want to chow down.  So it’ll be time to break out the new (to me) boo and head out with a good buddy to a favorite pig farm brookie stream come Sunday.

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