April 22, 2010

Earth Day?

Seriously...I don't know that it would have even occurred to me if not for the Hatches blogs. I mean, who has time for the earth these days?

If I had thought about things beforehand a little, Alex and that other dude would have summed up my feelings better than I could anyway. I'll just add that it's a little reminder and event to celebrate all the "right" choices we make throughout the year. And that most "actions" taken on behalf of the "environment" are much like those made "for charity." In reality, they are self-serving. It makes you feel better or helps your bottom line. It means you get to enjoy the outdoors, or see smiles, or whatever, and these are your rewards. "True" altruism is a myth. Our actions are compelled by some rewards/punishment system, regardless of how conscious we are of it. Any benefit reaped by others is simply a byproduct of our self-interest. You think the earth actually cares if we make it unlivable for ourselves? But hey...that's how things get done...so keep it up, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Good deeds are still good deeds, and small steps are still worth celebrating. Whats best for my bottom line is best for everyone. Just gotta find the right perspective.

Me? I'm satisfied that people (well...at least Alex) think I "care". More significant than earth day, it's draft day, so my celebration will involve a few beers, some grilled meat, and HDTV.

April 9, 2010

Shoulda known better...

You shouldn'a dun dat....

Elation...trumped by despair...relieved by satisfaction.

Yesterday afternoon I started out on a bit of water smaller than anything I can recall fishing previously. The very top of Default. Well, sortof. Anyway, whatever was nipping at the fly wasn't big enough to eat it. They were fish though, that much I'm sure. I gave up and worked my waterlogged jeans back to the truck with my foam "stonefly" creation, which had replaced a waterlogged hackled dry, now waterlogged, and tried to grip pedal with my waterlogged sneakers. Ahh...spring.

I took some time out to check on the big bend pool. The foam dry was now fishing more like a winged wet, so we (you know, my gear and I) were into swing mode and took a quick hit after a couple casts. Tittilated that my failed stonefly had found a new, more rewarding life, I went back over the seam, and the hook stuck this time.

Now, pardon my ignorance, but I had been catching wild fish for the past week, and hadn't seen any sign of stocking up here this season yet. So that must have meant that a wiley, wild (or holdover) fish that had survived at least one round of seasons in the heavily fished pool was fooled by my creation not once, but twice! Damn I'm good.

Knubby fins suggested I might be misinformed.

In retrospect, the fact that the fish went after a poorly presented clump of foam and hair on back-to-back casts should have been indication enough. Still, a fish is a fish...unless said fish gill-hooks itself and bleeds out in your hands...then it's dinner.

Shucks. Not only do stockies not taste great; each one not killed by me has that much more chance to become a holdover...or even spawner. Not to mention the waste of life thing. Garlic and butter makes a hell of a salve for the soul though.


The wild fish shown above was not killed or otherwise permanently damaged in the making of this post. He's jus' a boih.