Guess I should put my crap here rather than taking it out on my fly material stealin', dubbing donating cats...

A visit to home.

Took a well deserved break from hectic life in Ontario. Managed a 3 day trip back to Alberta. Amazing weather, much warmer than it should be. This is a shot of Turtle mountain that my fiancee took while I was trying to cast through the 90 km/hr winds. No fish but it was a very needed re-connect to the land. I don't know how people can live without walking in a river ever so often. Maybe that explains some people... 

End of a season

It's been an unusual summer. Some 40 days or so of fishing... much of it for species of fish not found in Alberta. I managed Freshwater Drum, Chinook Salmon, LM & SM Bass, Carp, Bluegill, Pumpkinseed, Crappie, and Rock Bass on the fly. I had a truck drive up the Grand River in the dark through my fishing spot... no respect for the environment. I've seen tiny streams through cedar swamps that contain completely self sustaining populations of native brook trout, I've seen pike and carp and bowfin all trying to spawn in the same marsh. Big snapping turtles, little rainbow darters; it's been an interesting summer.

The summer was hot... mostly to hot to fish. Did do alot of amazing things. Went to a Canada Day Country concert. All day drinking beer listening to 9 live bands. The next morning Live 8 was on the agenda. Another day of drinking beer and listening to tunes. Went to the Scottish highland games in Fergus. Amazing time, loved the forge... in fact I loved the forge so much that it has been added to my list of hobbies to take up. Let's see, the metal working can go in between building a kayak and renovating the ranch house basement. Right beside Spey casting.

Life may be improving for me... if only I could learn how to deal with the massive amounts of people... generally ignorant and inconsiderate people encountered in my daily life in Ontario. I miss the slower pace and genuine sincerity of rural life.

October roles around with out one last big trout fishing bang. The general trout season closed on October 1st, while I was out with the boys looking for a musky. The musky did not like my fly... in fact nothing on the Kawartha's liked my flies. I managed bluegill, pumpkinseed, and small bass off of the dock, but was otherwise skunked.

Last shot of the weekend, last bass released.

So it Begins

All things start with a first cast.