Playin Hooky

Gentle readers, today's post will not be of much literary value, nor will it delve deeply into memories of yesteryear. No friends, today, I have a basic fishing report. Now, before you stop reading consider that my Fortune 500 company had to do without me today while I was doing research for this piece. It was a sacrifice I had to make.

Which of course is to say I played hooky.
Actually I took a vacation day, so technically it wasn't hooky, but it was so much fun it felt like I was breaking several taboos.

I fished with a friend, who is also a fishing guide. As everyone knows, a professional guide's word cannot be impugned, as they are not given to exaggeration under any circumstance. Ahem...

We spent only half a day fishing, as my friend has a fly shop to attend to. He had someone covering the shop until noon, so we were on the water by just after 8:00. The morning was cloudy with a little breeze, which was perfect weather for our expedition.


Here is a sample of where we were...


In the four hours on the unnamed spot, I landed in excess of 40 fish, and probably missed a good 15 more.





The largest fish of the day was a black bass that easily weighed 5 pounds...but she was the one that got away, right at our feet after 2 huge tailwalking jumps.









But I know where she lives...and I will return for another dance...

(no, this isn't it the spot) ;-)


Tight Lines....