10/01/2010

Change of a Season


"Grey-bearded rime hangs on the morn,
And what’s to come too true declares;
The ice-drop hardens on the thorn,
And winter’s starving bed prepares."

John Clare - Autumn


Although the temps have been unseasonably warm here along the front-range, the calendar says that autumn should be in full swing right about now. And the calendar is right, even if the weather here in Denver says otherwise.

Higher up it's fairly obvious now, with a difference of color in the foliage and mornings that bristle with much cooler temperatures. Actually, they could be considered cold, until the sun reveals it's warm, chewy goodness, that is.

Early on, you need to bundle up like that little dude in a Christmas Story and, as the morning progresses, you have to start losing articles of clothing faster than a stripper working a group of Asian businessmen.

Not that I know the nuances of working Asians from a stripper's perspective...it's strictly speculation on my part, but if the economy continues to ravage my portfolio, that may change.

Yeah, I'm nit-picking and trying to find something to complain about...after all, stopping to remove one's clothing isn't all that painful - unless it's at gun point. And the guy holding the gun keeps referring to your mouth as 'purty'. But I digress...

Actually, I consider myself fortunate for many reasons, and the fact that I get the opportunity to fish as often as I do is one of them. Not having to undress for the erotic entertainment of inbred hillbillies would be another.

While I didn't get to follow through with my original plans of an extended weekend of fishing central Colorado, I did find myself, fully clothed, and on my way to the usual haunts a few hours after ushering in the month of October which, again, is another check in the box next to fortunate.

As always, it was early, since I'm just not one to be 'burning daylight' where fishing is concerned. Hell, I don't even 'burn night-time' when it comes to fishing. While I subscribe to the idea that one should never be late for fishing, being on time is still being late, in my opinion.

And I was the one that was late today. Pulling into the parking lot, I found Susan already there and gearing up, proudly parked in pole position. Damn. Being that she is such a kick-ass fishing partner, I give her full credit for her enthusiasm and freely admit that I got beat - this time.

So there I was, with a full day of fishing ahead of me, and a brand new net clenched tightly in my grubby little digits. That's right, a new net to replace the other 'new' net that isn't up to snuff when it comes to bagging the ladies.

Shallow, concave nets force the fish onto their sides...which causes them to flop, sometimes, right out of the basket.

My new net (which is the same as the old net that I lost) is deep, made of rubber so it doesn't harm the fish and, best of all, has a flat bottom, so the fish can sit upright, which keeps them from freaking out.

So now I have a fishing buddy and a new net to make the day that much more pleasant. The only thing that could have made it any more fantastic would be a talking monkey wearing a fez cap. Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Excited as I was, my mood soured a bit once we got stream-side - water levels were loooooow. And from the waterline on the bank, it was obvious that the flows had been adjusted sometime in the past 24 hours...and that's never a good sign.

And sure enough, the fish were meth-head paranoid and flighty. One cast upriver from them, and they were gone faster than $50 dollar laptops at Wal-Mart on Black Friday. On top of that, they were not being very co-operative in the 'taking-the-fly- department. Oh no...they required spoon-feeding, today. Spoiled brats.

So with conditions like that, it's a total miracle when you can get a large target (20-23 inches) to stay in one place, while you try to fish to it. That's exactly what Susan had in front of her - a nice, big hog, that was just waiting for her to feed him his breakfast.

Until the dip-shit across the river tossed his gear INTO HER SPOT, slapping the water hard, and scaring the fish away.

What the hell? Did the institute for the Common Sense Challenged have a massive jail-break recently? It seems like river etiquette and critical thinking skills have been sorely lacking these past few months, as these knuckle-draggers descend upon Colorado's waterways.

As I was saying... the fishing was tough....but the weather was nice, and we managed to hook some fish (and lose some fish) - plus, I made some more new friends in the process.

Later in the afternoon, Susan's friend, Andrew, met up with us on the river. Turns out, he's one cool cat, and I'm looking forward to possibly shredding some water with him in the future.

Also, at the end of the day, in the parking lot, I met Scott, who was just coming off the river, and we started to compare notes about our day. To make a long story short, we had a great conversation, and it was the perfect way to end an already great day.

On the drive home, it sunk in how much I actually appreciate days like this - it helps to remind me that sometimes, it's not always about the fish, but rather, good friends, fantastic weather, and sharing a passion.

Of course, a talking monkey would make it even better...unless he referred to my mouth as 'purty'.

6 comments:

Bill Trussell said...

Fishing is a great way to cut the stress and relax and enjoy the day-----but I agree it is not all about the fishing, just being in the outdoors and enjoying the wildlife, and the surroundings makes it all worth the effort to leave the house and get out of the recliner. Really enjoyed the post.

Bigerrfish said...

Now now lets not get things all mixed up all of the sudden, Fishing does come first and if the friends have time to talk then the talking begins.

glad you found a fishing buddy that can accually land one of those fish.

On the guy scaring that fish,, Those are fightin werds. If that had been me, or my girls fish I wouldnt have stopped walking tward the guy unil my boots went accross his chest.

The Average Joe Fisherman said...

I am new to your blog. I like it a lot. I will spend sometime reading past post. The pics are good and you seem to be a good writer as well. Nice job! =_)

The Average Joe Fisherman
http://averagejoefisherman.blogspot.com/

Colorado Angler said...

@ Bill - Thanks for the comment...sometimes, it takes a little nudge to remind us what's really important in life.

Although, getting out just to snag a big one isn't that bad, either ; )

@ Josh - HA! Yeah...anymore, it's a matter of picking and choosing the battles. I only open the proverbial can of Jihad when absolutely necessary at this stage of the game.

@ Average Joe - thanks...and welcome to my twisted little corner of the blog-o-sphere!

Rebecca said...

I have to agree with Bigerrfish here, a good boot stomping would have been a nice 'river manners' reminder. Enjoyed this, as always...something about visuals of clothes dropping and purty has put a smile on my face. As a watcher of course....
I hope you had a great weekend fishing, homework is due Monday~

Colorado Angler said...

HA! Yeah...frightening visual I created, Garlock, but I'm glad it made you laugh. : )

Ah, homework...you know, I need to punch that ticket to Boise and get some tutoring on River X! My man card is in jeopardy!