A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I had all intentions of running a few drifts this weekend but the ridiculous temps, giant crowds, and excessively off coloured river (mud) pretty much altered my plans. I did manage to last all of 1/2 an hour on the river prior to realizing my elevating blood pressure. I can't be around that madness...especially in conditions resembling the Mississippi. I wasted no time hiking my butt out of there. I'm actually glad it played out the way it did. I managed to get back to the cabin before lunch and get some much needed yard work accomplished. The epic dumping of snow a few weekends prior left a trail of destruction. The clean up went well with the help of my wife and we even got a head start on our winter wood for 2012. There is something holisticly satisfying about cutting and chopping wood. Money in the bank...honest work for honest reward. It was a nice way to enjoy the unseasonable temps.
There are a lot of fish in the system and if the river would finally start to drop and clear things could get serious. I fear the window will be narrow this spring and we all better capitalize on the opportunity when it arises. Perhaps next weekend will tell a tale.