Everyone should have one. A secret place where they can go and get away. Near or far. Easy to get to, or hard as hell. Others may know about it, or maybe no one (although few such places exist anymore.)
My Curtis Creek? It's a place that I fish infrequently. It takes a bit of effort making it to the water. There's some hiking involved. Then there's the blowdown. Most years, I'm content just knowing that it exists. Every once in a while though, I get the urge to return.
The first visit, I wet waded. Even in late August, the water was frigid. I caught fish, but, what I remember most, was the hours that it took to regain the feeling in my lower legs.
I went back a few years later. This time I packed waders. It was a bit too early in the season. The water ran swift. I didn't want to chance wading. Good move.
More years passed. I went back, as in a couple of days ago. The water was lower. It still ran fast. Did I mention that there's lots of blowd…
My Curtis Creek? It's a place that I fish infrequently. It takes a bit of effort making it to the water. There's some hiking involved. Then there's the blowdown. Most years, I'm content just knowing that it exists. Every once in a while though, I get the urge to return.
The first visit, I wet waded. Even in late August, the water was frigid. I caught fish, but, what I remember most, was the hours that it took to regain the feeling in my lower legs.
I went back a few years later. This time I packed waders. It was a bit too early in the season. The water ran swift. I didn't want to chance wading. Good move.
More years passed. I went back, as in a couple of days ago. The water was lower. It still ran fast. Did I mention that there's lots of blowd…