To welcome in the season Jacob and I hit our favorite stretch of water, proudly sporting t-shirts, and tossing the flannels away. The water was cold and clear, and bugs of all shapes and sizes flew all around us. It was truly a perfect spring day.
And, best of all, the curse of the rainbow has also ended!
Bring on the Browns!!
Right Upstream
Fishing was out of the question this weekend. There was too much to do. Jacob had a guide trip. Winter had finally hit Western North Carolina after months of being in the 60s. There was no point and no time anyway. I had geared myself for being stir crazy and bored. This is life, and you don't always get to go fishing, unfortunately.
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Originally Published March 6, 2017
30 Day
I have so many great memories in my short five years spent fly fishing; each one is special and unique in its way, places and fish that I day dream about daily. Sure, I've haven't fished in any "exotic" locations. I've never caught any record breaking fish. Hell, I've never even fished in anything but a mountain river, but that doesn't matter.
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River Therapy. It's a real thing.
Due to life, and "adulting," we haven't been able to get out on the river in about a week. It's been a long week. It's funny how you start to feel almost claustrophobic when you haven't hit the water in a while.
There Are Going to Be Days Like This
It's supposed to be 67 degrees. It's been in the 30s at night so you know there's going to be a hatch once the sun comes out.
You fall asleep dreaming of dry flies and slurps on the surface.
You wake up worried about having the right size, color, enough because you're about over nymphing. As the sun hits the sky you hit the water. You were right, there are bugs everywhere, in so many sizes you can hardly believe it.