After slaving over a warm river the last couple of months, I’m ready for a break.
What does a guy who guides/fishes a lot, do for relaxation?
He fishes a lake instead.
Crack of dawn start, in the little boat that could.
Steam rising from the water, and the prehistoric sound of a Great Blue Heron echoing.
Rising fish, and no currents to mend for….
The Calibeatis mayflies are popping, and the fish are cruising and sipping.
The whole lake to myself, and as many fish as I care to catch.
While I wait for my next fish, I split my vision between my fly on the water, and a line of female Mergansers hunting for fish to eat, 38 in all.
These girls are teaming up to travel. A few more days and they’ll be gone.
Soon they will head to their Winter range.
Makes me wonder what I’ll do this winter…..
We await the arrival of tourists every year (Summer/Winter) to infuse this mountain town with the funds needed to last another year.
But, the shoulder season is generally what we locals enjoy the most.
Not too hot, not too cold. No lines at the stores, or restaurants.
Water temps coming down. Fishing picking up.
Fewer bugs available on the menu, so fly choices are easier.
Now when I drive by parking areas for the river, I recognize the cars.
When I do run into another fisherman on the water, I will more than likely know them.
Kind of like a small town again.
So, if you were waiting until it’s good to come up, “It’s good”.