Macro-ish. Maybe… We can call it abstract. We make the rules.
Hope you had a great weekend. FCFT did. Lots and lots of fish for the ones who went to the Mo. (Anthony caught the fish of the year) And a maiden voyage on the new-to-me raft for the ones in Missoula. Good weekend for sure.
Empty gas tanks, Ramen noodles, and sleeping in the back of the truck seem to be old hat these days. Higher education, however important, is a real pain in the ass and my non-existent bank account can attest to that fact.
For some reason I always manage to find myself trying on fly rods for size in the local fly shops. Fly rods that have a price tag equal to half a years rent, even in a college town. Why? Because it’s what you do. That’s why. Fly fisherman have a notorious need for the next best thing. The nicer rod, the better boat, and oh yeah…More flies.
That’s why last week, when I was guided by the Great Trout in the Sky to check craigslist before bed I found a rod and reel that was just my size, and being a fly fisherman I couldn’t say no.
These little coincidences do not happen often, but when they do, the broke college trout bum is able to get a fly rod and reel that is still a few zeros on the end of the paycheck away.
Now all I have to do is fill up with gas, buy some new flies, grab a gas station breakfast, and get on the river before I realize that I really should have fixed my exhaust on the truck instead…
Looks more like duck season then the first day of “Spring”. Gloomy weekend, but at least the fishing should be decent.
Got out for a little evening fishing yesterday. Tried to do our part on controlling the pike invasion but got distracted by pods of little rainbows rising to midges.
Ran into a crazy old fly fisherman on the walk back to the truck who’s vocabulary was made up of mumbling and variations of non-existent curses. However, this gentlemen told us about a “Secret” back slough. He swore on his own grave that it held “At least 6 pound largemouth”… One of the best parts about fishing in Missoula is the “
Crazies“, other fishermen, you meet on the river. Regardless, 6 pound Largemouths cant be ignored and his theory must be put to test.
Hopefully some of those potential state records are hungry and looking for a fight.
With World War III on deck, Japan struggling with a nuclear disaster, oil at $101 a barrel, and HB 309 threating the great river access that Montana in known for, the only logical thing to do is to go fishing.
Enjoy those rivers while you can still get on them.
As of late last night False Casts and Flat Tires in now a “.com”. All that means is that rather than just being a major tool for avoiding being productive, it is now also a drain on the bank account.
So…Take some time to check out what we have so far. Bigger and better things to come in the near future. Word on the street is that Sean took time from making burgers at work to come up with some bright ideas. Hopefully by the weekend you will be able to waste some time on the site just like we do.
Anyway, it’s Friday, take the afternoon off work and get outside.
Life is too short to not go fly fishing.