I’m Getting Camping / Fishing Fever
.Saturday…Sunny…warmer. Highs 75 to 80. Northwest winds 5 to
10 mph.
.Saturday night…Mostly clear. Lows 50 to 55. West winds around
5 mph becoming southwest after midnight.
.Sunday through Monday…Mostly clear. Highs 80 to 85. Lows in
the mid 50s.
It may be a little cold yet for camping but with a roaring fire, good blankets, and someone to cuddle I don’t think I’ll freeze too badly.
It’s time to break out the tackle box and see what I need to do to be ready for the weekend. Realizing the condition of the gear is always the sad part of the beginning of the season. I don’t know what it will be this year because I have forgotten again, but I’ll run into a couple things which will make me say; “Oh yeah, I was going to fix that.”
It looks like it will be a good year for fishing. The lakes are all up to near normal again. It seems like they were low for the past couple years. It will be nice to get back to our favorite holes and test our luck.
I don’t think I’ve gotten my money’s worth for the past two years on my annual fishing licence. My park pass either for that matter. The only benefit of having them the last couple years was that I had the freedom to go if I chose to at anytime I wanted.
I’m a bank fisherman. I don’t have a boat. The two happiest days in a boat owners life are the day he buys the boat and the day he sells it. I’m not a fly fisherman either. I like putting a worm on a hook, attaching a bell to the tip of the rod and waiting for it to ring. I spend this waiting time with a book or stoking a fire or getting reacquainted with my wife while we sit in a couple of folding chairs with a cooler of beer between us. I’ve never considered fishing a sport. It’s more of a pass-time.
I don’t eat what I catch very often. I’ve never liked the taste of the local game fish. I’ve never cared for the taste of most wild game come to think of it. I don’t like cleaning fish. I just catch them and let them go.
Honestly, I don’t even know why the hell I fish. I guess it gives me something to do while I am enjoying nature. Anyone that really knows me can tell you that I don’t like to be busy. I have vastly more un-started projects than un-finished ones. I have no finished projects at all. Sitting in a folding chair drinking beer should be plenty busy for a guy like me, but for some reason, I enjoy getting up every half hour or so to reel in a line.
Perhaps I like fishing because it sort of looks like I’m doing something when I’m really doing nothing at all.
Oddly, I enjoy blogging as well. Go figure.
Cuddling with your wife? Get in the van, Chad. We have to talk.
Our father loved to fish, but he was more the type to camp by the riverbank and feverishly work trotlines. A good-sized catfish with a few smaller cousins made a cheap meal for lots of mouths. I was never fond of the trotline exercise, but I liked being out all night with Dad.
April 27th, 2007 at 6:35 amHi Glen,
April 27th, 2007 at 10:43 pmThanks for commenting.
I don’t remember how old I was. I know I was old enough to be too cool for fishing, when brother Bob took me out and set lines. We went out again about two or three in the morning and took more catfish off the hooks than I have ever seen in one day. It was an illegal bank to bank line and we had to go out in chest deep water to pick the fish off. It was a great time.
After talking with my wife, neighbor, child and dog, I am happy to report that I will in fact be going fishing this weekend. There will be five or six of us going in fact. We will be cooking steaks and all that good stuff. I can’t wait till tomorrow.