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Clearing off the memory card for the upcoming ROP stand, your author found these photos from the Lost Float of 2012 with Slint and Beastmaster: collateral damage on the afternoon of September the 16th.
One of the things I love about trout fishing is how sometimes it’s better to be persistent than good. Continue reading
Perhaps it would be good to flesh out and add some backstory to the characters you have and will encounter here at Just Nice Be Out. Or not, but indulge me. It’s hours before opener and the rivers are blown out.
In no particular order:
Last night I went to the Frying Pan river in my sleep, a mile high and unconscious, casting hand twitching, legs jerking as I stepped off the bank into something deeper than I thought.
The Frying Pan in my dream had tannic northwoods water and balsam firs and graffiti on a railroad bridge that cast aspersions on the entire town of Spooner, WI.
Slint was there, and Beastmaster, and in diffuse cloudy light a pod of western fish working the pool in the slow wake of the trestles of the old rusty Spooner Blows bridge. Slate winged Baetis rode the film and died in trout maws. Standing hip deep in their water I put a dun and a cripple dropper on a rod that hasn’t touched Rockies water since I became a father. They took the dun.
Every one was an aerial wild rainbow, except for the ones that were pink gilled cutthroats flashing weirdly gold in the Namekagon-colored river.
Offseason Haiku #3
I know why the dormant
trout sings: it’s Maya Angelou,