Saturday, October 27th, 2012
Rough Notes from the Woods 4
Shortly after the sun’s first rays, I forsook the warmth of my sleeping bag and headed out for a few casts. I had a lot of picky eaters follow every bait in my possession, none of which proved enticing enough for breakfast.
I returned to camp only to find no hot coffee or anyone else awake to have made it. I settled on holding down my choice log and whittling on my fire stick while I ate breakfast. Gradually, the tenderfoots awoke and camp livened up a bit. Today is my last day of fishing so I headed back to a few more holes. There are lots of fish here but none seem to want to join us for dinner.
I returned again to find two more of our party arriving with coon-hound “Gypsy” following close behind. One large rainbow trout hung from a stringer off of my buddy’s handle bars. We all caught up on each other over a pot of coffee. Upon noticing my beard, one of the newcomers turned to me. “Been a while since you shaved?” I answered in my best Jeremiah Johnson-ish voice, “Ain’t much call for razors out here.”
After some refreshments and resting, the fishermen and I headed back to the river. I enjoyed the company briefly but alone is how I prefer to fish and spend my time.
Two rainbows swam by as I pulled my pen and log from my vest making me wish I had grabbed my rod and reel instead.