Ok so I'd gotten lazy with posting photos, and fishing in general quite frankly. But I had been out sporadically, and had some pics in my phone that I'll get around to posting now since I'm on quarantine with nothing else to do. I didn't really wander far from home base this season. Covid and election fatigue maybe? Just a lot of bad mojo out there, and it kind of killed my enthusiasm not just for fishing, but for doing much of anything. When I got out, it was somewhat of a forced and half-hearted effort. And it showed in my results with a lot of inconsistency. But in some ways I was just relieved to be out moving around. This girl below came on a day that I encountered an honest to goodness first - I went swimming. Don't get me wrong, I fall and fill my waders multiple times each season. But about 20 minutes before I landed this fish, I had to drop my rod and go into a full on doggy paddle to keep from going under.
When it happened I was crossing a spot on the east branch that I've waded a dozen other times and somehow managed to sidestep this hole. My lure was hung up in a tree which was the only way I got my rod back, or it would still be laying on the bottom of that hole. Sights on the river have been great whenever I've been out though. Spotted plenty of the river's predatory birds. Hawks, owls, and even an eagle in flight.
I was standing on this spot when I heard a very, very faint crunch. Instinctively I took a large step back and I don't know what made me do it because the crunch didn't seem like anything too out of the ordinary. Two seconds after I planted my feet this entire chunk that I had been standing on collapsed into the river.
This young buck was acting a bit sheepish as I walked up but it didn't seem like it was because of me. When I glanced over to the left bank I saw why. A huge trophy buck and his harem were telling him not to cross to their side.
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