As I sit here and watch the Redskins struggle against the Cardinals, I realize that I have a ton of blogging to do and many blogs to catch up on. Sorry about that, people. I usually work from 2 in the afternoon to midnight which means I tend to be in bed between 2 and 3 in the morning. Last week I had to work from 5 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon. This meant that I had to be up by 330 at the latest. Needless to say, I struggled and didn't get a damn thing done either before or after work.
The vacation/wedding present/birthday from hell continues. We just found out that the tow bill for the car is probably going to double in cost. That would mean around 800 bucks. I know I am jumping the gun a little with this post but I felt it would be OK. I still need to explain what happened for the remaining two and a half days we were at Harman's. I hope to get back to that either later today or tomorrow. To make matters worse, I got sick on Saturday morning and spent much of the day feeling like I was going to throw up as well as sleeping. This is something I was trying to avoid. When we picked our son up from my wife's sister, she was kind enough to advise us that our son would be getting sick as both of her boys had been sick. She and her husband got it as well. My son got it on Thursday and my wife on Sunday. Must have been like a three day incubation period. So like I said, the vacation/wedding present/birthday from hell continues.
As a side note I have a question for all you loyal followers. I have noticed that my cold water or trout fishing adventures do not get a lot of traffic and comments. Are you all interested more in the tying or warm water/bass adventures? Just wondering as I thought it was a little curious to see. I have always loved chasing brookies and cut my teeth fly fishing for them in the mountain streams. I moved to smallies and river fish because the bite was a bit more explosive and the fish greater both in size as well as numbers caught. I have not gotten out as much as I would have liked this year to really chase anything. With that being said though, I am thinking I might start doing some more trout fishing. As much as I dearly love fishing for smallies and panfish, there is something magical about trout fishing. I am not talking about brookies. Yes brookies are beautiful fish. However, I am talking about the rainbows and browns who cause you to throw fly after fly at them in order to get them to rise. I speaking about watching those trout as they move up to nudge, examine or even what appears to be sniffing your fly. Wishing for them to take it. Some of us at times may even be pleading with a higher power in order to get them to take it. I know I have done that a few times. Then the refusal and they vanish back into the deep. All of this can occur in seconds and really makes your heart skip a beat. This really isn't something new for me. Last year when we came back from Harman's, I was on the trout kick. The season it would seem is quickly winding down so we shall see what the next few months hold. I know that we are all busy with work and family stuff, but I sincerely hope to get out and chase fish with a fly rod regardless of what species they are.