Bright spots were a couple weeks ago. Spent some time with my friend Chris, his son Cameron, and H. Got lost in all that is good with being a dad. I'm found of phrase, "Reclaim your youth, take them fishing." That is exactly what we did.
My heart is still beating between the southern reaches of the Black River and the Ferry. Hudson fell asleep on my chest. Swinging in the hammock, his hair matted on my check. He slept safely in my arms. In the shade of Junipers we napped as the slow roll of the Black River lazily passed us by.
Bluebird skies carried hot sun overhead. The water, gin clear, carried away the heat and thigh high rocks presented an inviting sit. Cooling down at the Black. If I click my heels three times can I go back?
We actually started on Lake P. Switched to conventional gear, tried our luck at the drop shot. It came back aces.
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Great stuff man! I was turned on to the site by your uncle? , Brian , who I work with here in Kansas. I consider myself a pretty serious trout bum (some consider me just a bum!) and travel frequently to colorado , Iowa and the ozarks region in pursuit of salmotrutta. If you ever make it up this way I'd be happy to put you on some fish for a day or two , anything from a tailwater with trophy browns to a small spring creek full of wild rainbows.
I plan to make this a regular stop during my daily work routine right along with the Drake and BWTF. Keep it coming man!!
Nice blog. I have enjoyed going through your stories.
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