I started one recent day by waiting out the wind. The forecast said it would blow. I hoped that it would stop. I whiled away the morning by reading. I had no choice. Lunch would have to wait because I'd bought along a portable barbecue. And, wieners don't barbecue very well in a gale.
Well, sometime after two the water surface calmed and fish started rising.
I got a couple right off, then couldn't get a sniff. I thought that I'd found and tied the perfect fly. Dummy me. The fish deemed otherwise. They kept rising, and ignored my presentations. I dubbed these the "untouchables". I kept trying, then moved a short distance and picked off a few more.
But, I couldn't resist one more shot at the "untouchables". Still fickle, they had no qualms about resisting my offerings. So, I moved on and played with some of their more willing brethren. And oh yes, I got to barbecue.
Another day started and stayed windless. Fish rose steadily throughout the day. On some days, in some runs, I'll do well early and through mid-day. Then, as the afternoon progresses, the fish get tougher to near impossible to catch, in spite of the fact that they continue their steady rises. They're still on midges, or at least I think that they are. They just don't want what I'm serving for dinner. Maybe they don't like my leftovers.
One morning I watch Buzz Basini, owner of Spring Creek Specialists, skillfully take a nice fish. He then takes a break from his fishing to share the successful fly pattern, which I gratefully accept.
I stumble back upstream and gingerly toe my way back into the water. Stumble? But why?
Well, the earth is pulsing, breathing. My depth perception has gone to hell.
Why pray tell is that?
Did I mention the eyeglasses?
Welcome to geezerdom. This is the first day of using them. And, it's a trying experience. I've struggled with migraines for years, especially after a day of fishing. Eyestrain likely has been a contributor. I'm hopeful that the glasses solve the problem. Unfortunately, its a no go. By the end of the day I've got a whopping headache. This is going to take some getting used to.
Later, expecting a perfect evening, I'm surprised when a north wind kicks in at 5:30. That concludes the days fishing.
Another day, and, the final image. I'd already put up my rod for the day. I'd poured a cup of tea and sat on the bank. Fish rose. I listened to the sounds of the encroaching evening.