A few moments after the final swing and the last dead drift, Adam and I found ourselves with a long hike out. A weekend spent hiking, plowing through currents, and non-stop fishing has left us with weary legs and minds. As we made our back to the truck, our minds refocused from catching fish to what is awaiting in the truck: food. The food is the driving force on our hike, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The trail is our new obstacle. It crisscrossed through the woods, over streams, and under logs. It has been beaten down into a muddy pulp by the hundreds of anglers that have made their way on it over the past month. The river was flowing rapidly as we attempted to ford it for the third time of the day. Small boulders moved under our feet and are pushed downstream by the roaring current as we skated precariously on top of them. As always, things got sketchy in the middle despite the water never getting higher than our waists. Back on dry land, we finished the last leg of our hike up several hills and back into the parking lot where we simultaneously reached for the leftover Wegman's submarines from the night before.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
I've Been Doing This For 35 Years...
A few moments after the final swing and the last dead drift, Adam and I found ourselves with a long hike out. A weekend spent hiking, plowing through currents, and non-stop fishing has left us with weary legs and minds. As we made our back to the truck, our minds refocused from catching fish to what is awaiting in the truck: food. The food is the driving force on our hike, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The trail is our new obstacle. It crisscrossed through the woods, over streams, and under logs. It has been beaten down into a muddy pulp by the hundreds of anglers that have made their way on it over the past month. The river was flowing rapidly as we attempted to ford it for the third time of the day. Small boulders moved under our feet and are pushed downstream by the roaring current as we skated precariously on top of them. As always, things got sketchy in the middle despite the water never getting higher than our waists. Back on dry land, we finished the last leg of our hike up several hills and back into the parking lot where we simultaneously reached for the leftover Wegman's submarines from the night before.
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Some nice looking slabs of silver there. Real envious of that trip by the way.
You guys seem like some seriously fishy guys. Love your posts.
another well thought outing and another fab group of fish pics,,
Great post guys
Chowing down after a long day on the water, and a vicious hike is the best thing in the world. Suddenly, ordinary food is the most delectable thing on the planet.
Looks like you guys had one heck of a time. Great pics, great post as always.
-stephanie
Funny what we do to fish. I hope I am still doing what ever it takes to get a tight line. Good post.
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