Flies, Rouge River and Gobies

   Earlier this week I broke out my fly tying kit to replenish my stock of salmon flies. They're really quite simple in construction... consisting of a #6 or #8 nymph hook, a cone or bead for weight, and some cactus or polar chenille wrapped along the hook shank. The entire process takes only a minute at the most and a good selection can be made in no time at all.

   So... with a new pair of waders and a starter set of flies, all I needed was a change in river conditions to kick start the fall migration. On my last visit to the river several weeks ago I found crystal clear, shallow waters that were in desperate need of rain and the occasional sprinklings we've had since then would have had little effect upon the flow...until Thursday. In a 24hr period the skies opened up in Biblical fashion, dropping close to 2" of rain.

   I awoke early Saturday morning in anticipation of chasing hook jawed river monsters up and down the small stream that literally runs through my backyard. After a short bike ride I found myself looking out over a muddy torrent that put a damper on my expectations for the day.

    Weeks before I'd scouted this location and found a natural rock wall crossing the river with a large gravel deposit on the far bank and it was my thought now that if there were any travelers in the river they would be visible while crossing this obstruction. I sat patiently for half an hour, scanning the water for any signs of movement, and finally admitted defeat once again.

   The valley had undergone drastic changes since my last visit. The river had once again asserted itself as the dominant force, not to be ignored like the quiet, babbling backdrop from weeks ago. The lush green surroundings had faded with the change of season, not yet boasting the vibrant colors of autumn but offering just a hint of what's to come. The cooler weather had driven to ground the busy insects. I no longer heard the constant chirping of crickets and buzz of cicadas ...only the distant squawk of a jay and chipmunks.

   I returned home just before 11am just in time to receive a call from Tackle Shop. He was coming over to drop off something and was itching to get out fishing...so within the hour I found myself northbound on the highway to Barrie. This weekend is the Barrie Perch festival with several tagged fish worth thousands in prizes, so ...needles to say the waterfront was a circus that I had little inclination to join. After sitting in the van for over a half hour people watching, I found I couldn't contain myself any longer and joined in on the fun. The only problem was that for every one small perch, I caught three round gobies!

   So...once again I find myself waiting for the fall run to happen. With the water levels as they are I imagine there'll be fish in my neck of the woods as I write this. Maybe a mid week excursion after work is in order. I dunno...I'll have to play it by ear and keep watching the skies.

Joke/Quote #10

   Well...It's hard to believe that it's been almost 2 weeks since my last fishing trip and post. As Bob Dylan once sang; "The times...they are a changing," and so it is true as I sit here writing this. Outside the temperature has dropped to the low 40's with a brisk wind blowing down from the north. In anticipation of the approaching fall migration I purchased a new set of waders last week and hope to give them a good christening this weekend.  I'll keep you posted in the coming weeks what's going on in the local rivers.

   That's all I've got for now, but in an effort to stay current and near the top of your blog rolls, I believe it's time for another installment of Joke/Quote of the Week. Enjoy and have a safe and fishy weekend!

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A woman who has never seen her husband fishing doesn't know what a patient man she married.

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I LEARNED FROM FISHING:

1. There is no such thing as too much equipment.

2. When in doubt, exaggerate.

3. Even the best lines get weak after they have been used a few times.

4. Sometimes you really have to squirm to get off the hook.

5. The fishing is always better on the other side of the lake.

6. Good things come to those who wade.

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 If you want happiness for an hour; take a nap. 

 If you want happiness for a day; go fishing. 

 If you want happiness for a month; get married. 

 If you want happiness for a year; inherit a fortune.   

 If you want happiness for a lifetime; help someone else.  

 Chinese Proverb

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A taxidermist was driving through the deep south when he decided to stop in a small town and have a beer at the local bar. The locals didn't like outsiders in their bar and when he entered he was greeted with dirty stares and low mumbles.

He went to the bartender and asked for a beer. The bartender looked the man over thoroughly and then went to get the beer. When the bartender returned with the beer he asked the man "What do you do?"

The man replied "I'm a taxidermist"

The bartender asked "Taxidermist? What is that?"

The man replied "Well, I mount animals, birds, and fish."

With that the bartender turned to the other men in the bar and said "It's OK boys, he's one of us!"