Sunday, November 04, 2007

Autumn at its Finest

What felt like minutes after closing my eyes for the night, my alarm clock bellowed its most unpleasant tune at 4:00 am, yet I was unusually alert.

The world was still asleep, yet conversation was alive with excitement and anticipation as we drove through the remaining hours of night.

We arrived at one of the most magnificent rivers in Western New York and found that vehicles from Pennsylvania, and New Jersey had preceded us. We did not meet this with disdain, but with admiration at their obvious love of this great pastime.

We stood streamside in the pre-dawn twilight and listened to the most pleasant sound of the flowing river, and nothing else. As the sun peered over its lowest reaches of the horizon, we made our first casts. Frost, frozen guides, and numb fingers dissipated as the warmth of one of the most pleasant days of autumn carried on.
> Our finned friends remained extremely finnicky throughout the morning and mid-day, but as the day wore on and the crowds began to thin, they rewarded us for staying around just a bit longer.


It was one of those days that I wished would last a couple. There are few things finer than a beautiful autumn day on the river with friends. The drive home was filled with stories from the day and plans to do it all over again soon.

I certainly look forward to it.

5 Comments:

Blogger Trotsky said...

NICE.
I hate all you guys.
:o/
It looks like I am going to need a witch doctor to lift this curse.

6:33 PM  
Blogger dave.wallace said...

What a great day...glad that we could finally get out.

Top marks to you...pulling fish from pocket water, taking one on an ESL and that 31" buck to end the day!

Let's do it again soon.

6:33 PM  
Blogger lambton said...

Well done Brian!
Don't you wish these days lasted forever? God I love road trips.

6:47 PM  
Blogger Steeldragon said...

Brian,

Nice meeting you the other day. Good on you for finding so many in that pocket water.

Cheers,

GT

11:32 PM  
Blogger BCM said...

Trotsky/Lambton: Thanks. It definitely wasn't an easy day of fishing, but I find when things are too easy, the fun is taken out of it.

For me the greatest days are the ones where the fishing is tough, but can still, with a little bit of creativity, find some success. This trip was one of those days.

Thanks Dave. It may be sooner than later with this precip we're getting :o)

Great meeting you Gil. You should've stayed for another hour. ;o)

9:33 PM  

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