This month has been slow on the fishing front for me and most of my buddies as well. Here in CA we have had some much needed rain storms which have blown out many of the rivers.
Mainly I haven't gone fishing due to a lack of funds in the old checking account. There is, however, a trip on the horizon.
I'm going to a state where the beer flows like wine, and will be fishing a river where the rainbows reach 10lbs + due to a steady diet of Mysis Shrimp. My anxiousness has reached a point that has caused me to have dreams about hooking monster trout and fighting them just like Brad Pitt in A River Runs Through It. I'm even as handsome as he is in my dreams.
I'm going to have to try and control my anxiety somehow. Don't worry, I've already started on a regimen of Jack Daniels and I'm hoping that will be enough for the next 12 days.
Another thing that has been concerning me is that if I don't relax, I just might not be able to contain myself once I finally get on the river. On a normal day trip I have to tell myself to relax before I tie my first fly on and get my line in the water. I actually go through a little routine I say to myself, "Just chill out and watch the water for a few minutes, get in to touch with your surroundings, the fish aren't going anywhere."
With all this anticipation and excitement I feel like a volcano with immense pressure under me, pushing me until I explode out of the truck, forget my rod, and run straight into the fucking river.
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