Sunday, December 17, 2006

The River is Greener on My Side

Despite a very late night, I set my alarm to get me up in time to make it to my home river just before first light. With only a couple hours of sleep and a few moments of discombobulation upon rising, I made it to my favourite stretch of water well before the sun or anyone else. Within the first few drifts in this particular pool, an attentive Steelhead would almost always find my offering. Today, these first few drifts went unnoticed as did the next, and the next. As the sun made its seemingly late appearance, so did other fisherman, and within minutes, it was no longer just me, the river and its inhabitants. I gathered my line and abandoned this pool that was no longer mine. I decided to fish a few areas that I haven't touched for quite some time, and I once again found solitude and a new appreciation for my home waters. In the past, I have unfairly overlooked this fine water with the illusion that the grass (in this case the river) is always greener on the other side. Today, I had an epiphany of sorts, and realized how beautiful this river really was. Things on my side are pretty darned green too.

The Steelhead were particularly witty and elusive today, which required me to be a little more witty than I usual am to find them. It turned out that Fisherman's Law had raised it unwelcome head once again, as from conversation with a few friendly comrades, "I should have been there yesterday"; yet I left the river this morning smiling (it seems I'm doing this a lot lately), satisfied and grateful for another day on water.


Blogger SD said...

It is getting seemingly harder with each passing season to find the solitude & sanctity, that some of find so desirable while Steelheading. Especially along the North Shore systems, given it's population base.

Mind, most fisherman tend to be lazy, seeking easy access points to the biggest runs & pools.

That allows some find that stretch (as you did) that rarely has inhabitants & has that solitude we so covet.

5:37 PM  
Blogger BCM said...

". . .most fisherman tend to be lazy, seeking easy access points to the biggest runs & pools" -

Absolutely! Keeping this in mind is the key to finding solitude.

. . .and one more thing - never admit it when you're catching fish ;O)

10:28 PM  
Blogger opax said...

BCM: There is a game of blog-tag going on. Your it!

7:02 AM  
Blogger Trotsky said...

". . .and one more thing - never admit it when you're catching fish ;O)"
OH yeah..big 10-4 on that one!!!
Keep smiling.

12:01 PM  
Blogger BCM said...

"There is a game of blog-tag going on. Your it!"

I was never good at this game. I am slow and uncoordinated it has always ended in me being "it". Therefore, I concede defeat and resign to being "it" once again.

2:47 PM  
Blogger lambton said...

Solitude and sanctity are the true rewards of a classic outing.
Fresh chrome and the company of a good friend are to be closely charished aswell.
Congrats on finding that lonely run. Congrats for having the passion to persue it.

8:12 PM  
Blogger opax said...

Ok bcm. I sorry I bothered you with this.

2:09 AM  
Blogger BCM said...

No need to apologize, Opax. That was just my poor attempt at self-deprecating humour. The idea of revealing a few factoids about the author of this molecule of webspace is a great idea which I'll indulge in at somepoint. I rather enjoyed yours by the way. Thanks for sharing!

3:01 PM  

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