.......30 days till “S”........
Got a late start.....went to the marina where it was comical to see the goofy foreign tourists attempt to understand the directions and rules involving the renting of a boat....comical. “Slow Down!”...the marina guys would yell.
The stuff people would buy in a vain attempt to catch fish was also comical.....they’d come out of the shop with the crappiest spinning rod and like.......a few flies to go with it. ???.....how in the world would they cast them with a spinning rod....they were also headed out onto a lake......It reminded me of little kids at the Eight Point Sportsman’s derby who’d have a piece of power bait on every one of the 6 hooks on a Rapala type lure.....and to top it off they’d have a bobber on there for good measure. Mark and I used to howl about that. With the slightest bit of guidance they’d have success......instead of complete failure.
Me and this little kid killed some bugs that were flying around and fed them to monster (and I mean monster) trout swimming under the famous Fishing Bridge.....then I checked out the hot pots and geysers at West Thumb.
Headed to the south entrance of the park to fish Snake Creek on a tip from the guy at the lodge a few days ago. It paid off.....as I took 7 nice fish on 10 casts....then I had what my dad would call a....”rush call”....I had to sprint.....far.....uphill. Next time I’ll just bring paper with me. Reminded me of when I was 7 years old......York, ME......banging on the doors......buddy, you’ve got to hurry up!!!
At the end of the day the fish were rising and I couldn’t catch one.......I just couldn’t figure out what they were eating....they were boiling all around me......
I hadn’t caught the infamous whitefish until....wait...he got off before I landed him.....my record was still clean. Nobody likes whitey....
Before bed I spoke with these two guys who were biking their way across America....Portland, Oregon to Bar Harbor Maine. I thought driving was a challenge. One guy was using the same bike his father had used to do the same trip 20 years earlier. The other guy said that he had to break in his seat...and his ass. He’d lost 15 pounds since Portland.
Got a late start.....went to the marina where it was comical to see the goofy foreign tourists attempt to understand the directions and rules involving the renting of a boat....comical. “Slow Down!”...the marina guys would yell.
The stuff people would buy in a vain attempt to catch fish was also comical.....they’d come out of the shop with the crappiest spinning rod and like.......a few flies to go with it. ???.....how in the world would they cast them with a spinning rod....they were also headed out onto a lake......It reminded me of little kids at the Eight Point Sportsman’s derby who’d have a piece of power bait on every one of the 6 hooks on a Rapala type lure.....and to top it off they’d have a bobber on there for good measure. Mark and I used to howl about that. With the slightest bit of guidance they’d have success......instead of complete failure.
Me and this little kid killed some bugs that were flying around and fed them to monster (and I mean monster) trout swimming under the famous Fishing Bridge.....then I checked out the hot pots and geysers at West Thumb.
Headed to the south entrance of the park to fish Snake Creek on a tip from the guy at the lodge a few days ago. It paid off.....as I took 7 nice fish on 10 casts....then I had what my dad would call a....”rush call”....I had to sprint.....far.....uphill. Next time I’ll just bring paper with me. Reminded me of when I was 7 years old......York, ME......banging on the doors......buddy, you’ve got to hurry up!!!
At the end of the day the fish were rising and I couldn’t catch one.......I just couldn’t figure out what they were eating....they were boiling all around me......
I hadn’t caught the infamous whitefish until....wait...he got off before I landed him.....my record was still clean. Nobody likes whitey....
Before bed I spoke with these two guys who were biking their way across America....Portland, Oregon to Bar Harbor Maine. I thought driving was a challenge. One guy was using the same bike his father had used to do the same trip 20 years earlier. The other guy said that he had to break in his seat...and his ass. He’d lost 15 pounds since Portland.
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