Sunday Steel

The sun is out; it looks unseasonably warm but you put on extra insulation just in case. 

Public Radio pundits provide a thoughtful soundtrack for the trip. But you are somewhere else in your head. 

The parking lot has a few other vehicles; don't worry there's enough to go around. You pop the rear hatch and begin the ritual of putting on your waders and boots, rigging up the rod and taking an educated guess at the fly de jour should be.

The crusty snow crunches underfoot at you take the goat trail away from the cars. 

Bend one: two spawn dunkers. 

Bend two: fruitless after working a yarn egg and a nymph. 

Change it up: maybe there's a hungry, active fish in this place. Guides start to ice up: no one said that spring fishing was easy. 

Bend three: strip, breathe, strip, breath, strip, breathe. Chuck it back out. Strip, breathe, strip, breathe, stri-........ Give him some room to run........ Take you time..... Enjoy the fight; this is why you put the time in. 

Take pleasure knowing that you tricked the beautiful beast and honor him by letting him go. 

-john

Revival

To anyone who should stumble upon this:

I have neglected this blog because I have been very busy. Work has come before fun and honestly when I have time for fun I rarely have time to blog about it. It's time for this to change. I miss interacting with the types of people who choose to follow blogs; they're good people. Those who take time to read blogs are not as fickle as Facebook users; they play an active role in the blogosphere and largely shape that landscape with their comments. 

No more radio silence on my end. As part my personal resolutions following my birthday I am going to post more frequently, daily perhaps. 

Expect more content. Hold me accountable. 

J. 

ps the direction of the blog is changing for the better.