A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
Monday, April 02, 2012
Poor Etiquette in the spring is to be expected. Almost a given and for that reason I tend to leave my usual haunts to the few and the proud that venture out for their one or two days of yearly fishing in pursuit of a big'in for the smoker or the infamous "steelhead sandwich". I have come to expect the worst in people and honestly they can and should have their day as well.
Today I had a tussle on the river. My first ever actually. Aside from an evil death stare or glance I tend to keep my thoughts to myself and carry on my way versus an altercation but today there was no capacity for such after experiencing the blatant disrespect for everyone else on the river.
I had managed to put myself way down river and out to the middle to be completely isolated from any and all of the madness around me. With my hood pulled over my head and the mild river and wind noise I somehow managed to find peace with myself in the war zone. Then it happened. Two Simms catalogue models draped in freshly pressed top of the line fishing attire with $1500 spey rod set-ups decided to venture out to my locale. At first I was fine with it until they proceeded to pass me and venture out to the line I was fishing. They literally left me no place to fish what so ever.
Much to their surprise they got called on their antics. I guess my face spoke to my conviction as they made a quick retreat. But not without running their mouths... My favourite line was "I wish you the worst of luck today sir!" Followed by my response..."Your wish just come true..I ran into you two a$$holes. I had to laugh as I peered up at the bank to see Arn surveying the situation ready to have my back. LOL! Spring...
The next dozen drifts produced two fish... :0)