I believe I have posted this song and idea here before. Or dreamed of it.
Stealing Happy Hours is what happens to me fishing the river. Sometimes.
Yesterday out wading by myself. Tossing a leech.
Stealing Happy Hours.
A fantastic time to be on the water. After the boys of Summer have gone.
Fewer anglers daily.
Saturday today and anglers out there swinging and hunting heads. A couple guided trips out per day as well. A few nymphing.
Most of the traffic this time of year is out of work fishing guides catching up on the fishing part, for them. Less rowing, more casting. Some are swinging soft hackles or leeches. Non-Local Locals are knee deep as well.
Love seeing the familiar faces of those who arrive after the rest have departed.
Had this tune playing in my headphones yesterday. Hooked a couple with the rod tucked under my arm. No hands. Find that method is best. My maniacal stripping method was not enticing any trout love. I slowed it down paying less attention to the method and more attention to the natural environs around me.
Stealing Happy Hours…