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Don’t bother me with details, just give me results!

Everyone has a sad story these days. Something isn’t right or “this should be like that” …you know what I mean. What ever happened to, “if it’s not broken, don’t fix it?”

I think the root cause of this insatiable thirst for ‘improving’ on things is that we, at one time or another, tend to out-think ourselves. Take the guy with six fly boxes in his vest. (Don’t ask how many are in mine.) Despite the selection, time of year and what hatch is coming off, he’s usually convoluted as to which pattern to tie on; patience is forgotten if immediate results aren’t forthcoming – and so the urge to make a change takes over.th

I hate change …I’m using the word “hate” here; I hate change almost as much as I hate the notion of “transparency.” You know what transparency is, it’s what people talk about when they think they have a right to know how everyone does anything that affects them. It’s gotten to epidemic proportion and usually results in the stifling of “what works.”

Accountability, that’s what works for me. What’s the end result and how does it affect me? I don’t care whether you pick your nose with your left hand or right, if you’re a nosepicker I don’t want to shake your hand in either case.

TD

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Home!

After being released from the work detail, I made it to the Jordan,  Through no fault of my own …well, maybe a little my fault, I had been absent from the river, but now I finally headed deep into a section of woods bordering the river that seemed impenetrable from the road; and with good reason. Large trees had been completely uprooted. I mean their root base were perpendicular to the ground sticking out from the trunk like a wall.

It took some time getting deeper into the woods along the river further upstream. Where I finally came out, the river seemed pristine; everything was as it should be …including brookies. For an hour I cast Hendricksons in all stages and was rewarded with natives.

It was good to be home.

TD

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Thought of the day:

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…..when you’re watching someone tie a fly, fishing with a friend or in a boat wondering why you’re the one not catching!

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A little late, but I’ll be there!

There are two dates that hold equal status in my love for nature and its bounty; opening day of trout season and opening day of grouse season. There is no ornamentation beyond the traditional garb and no iconic symbolism beyond the scenery, but, like Virginia, if you believe, they are special.DSC_0047

For the first time in more years than I can actually remember – for sure never since finding a home in the Michigan Fly Fishing Club – have I missed an opening day of trout season. This is the year I have to delay my pilgrimage to the cold, pristine waters where my favorite trout – the native (though not truly native) brook trout -abodes.

There is no reason to shed a tear for my plight …though an offer of “two fingers” of bourbon wouldn’t be refused, because, as I said, I’ll be delayed. On Wednesday, the Jeep will head north with the cruise control set at the appropriate speed to give maximum distance within the tolerance of most Troopers, LEOs and others who are watching for “rabbits” on I 75 and are probably in a foul mood for having missed their pilgrimage too.

Actually, this was my own doing, so I can’t blame anyone other than myself. But just in case anyone reading this plans on going to the gathering at Gates Au Sable Lodge on Saturday morning, a nice gesture would be to have a Bloody Mary for me when the MFFC toasts the new season and remembers those who passed on to fish the sublime waters with the Grand Piscator himself.

If you’re traveling north on I 75 on Wednesday, stay in the right lane.

TD

 

 

 

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As Mother Nature rejuvenates herself, if you’re lucky, you will too.

After the long hard winter, the two-track weathered just fine. It’s a testament to nature taking care of its own – if we leave her to her own devices. The ruts are less wide and the middle hump is a little more ragged, but the first few cars that go down will re-shape it. I hope it will be me, returning many times.Brookie water

At the end of the two-track, at the cul-de-sac, the once used buck pole stands hidden by shrubbery that has grown around it over the years. By next month, it will be hard to see as the leaves populate the bushes and trees. My first trip will leave a depressed area where I park the Jeep at the edge of the field of ferns. It is also where I gather ferns to line the wicker creel to bed the couple of brookies I’ll keep for the traditional opening season breakfast.

Making my way down the ridge I encounter bog, downed trees and look for deer trails that I know will lead to the river. It’s no use trying to plot a straight line, the soft spring bottom and downed trees and rotted stumps make that impossible. But the river isn’t that far and if I listen, I can hear the sound of rushing water as it passes over sweepers and newly downed trees, some of which will have to be cut back to let canoes pass without having to push their way through. For now, they will make interesting pools to carefully and methodically probe with nymphs and carefully placed dries.

I’m not the first to be here, canoes and kayaks have floated this water, but judging from the two-track, I’m the first to climb down from the ridge and over the bank to meet the natives on their terms. It sounds tripe, but I swear, Ponce de Leon was looking for this place.

TD

 

 

 

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If – Poem by Rudyard Kipling

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If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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There’s fish in them there ponds!

Urban sprawl has replaced neighborhoods with subdivisions. It got us out of cities, but didn’t put us in the country. It just laid more cement and drained ponds and wetlands – at least put them under the concrete. stock-vector-vector-illustration-of-boy-fishing-143776300

Sights of kids carrying a fishing pole and a can of worms, walking to “the pond” are not commonplace anymore, at least not for most of us in a metropolitan setting. Or are they?

Somewhere in most subdivisions, there are retention ponds – some for astatic reasons, some for flood control. These might be man-made but ducks and geese don’t know nor care about that, they just know it’s water and use it accordingly. They carry with them eggs, seeds and other things that cling to their bodies as well as things that drop from their bodies. In other words, they transport vegetation, aquatic insects and fish eggs from places that have them to places that don’t.

Most of us turn up our noses at fishing these ponds; me included. But for a quick fix and certainly to teach a kid how to fish, especially with a fly rod, they are a wonderful venue that is available without driving out of the sub.

Nothing takes the place of being on a trout stream, but for practice …well, any port in a storm.

TD

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Passing it on

There are certain things that we consider rights of passage. Amongst them: learning to drive; being able to legally drink alcohol; deer hunt; and learn to use a fly rod. The best part of attaining these things is being taught by dad or granddad …and the best part for dad or granddad is being able to pass them on.Josh's fish

Most of us (some are self taught) not only learn the “how to’s” but get the biased versions that encompass family traditions with “how’s and why’s;” techniques learned over several lifetimes.

Grandson, Josh, just turned eleven and loves to fish. We’ve fished together several times (he lives in Virginia) and plan on fly fishing the Au Sable, Manistee and Jordan Rivers this summer. So, after months of practicing with a Practicaster, it’s time for Josh’s introduction to his first real fly rod; a seven and a half foot 5 wt. should do the trick along with some of gramp’s tied Wolly Buggers.

For the next few days we’ll be working a couple of small ponds with pearls of wisdom flowing from gramp’s tongue to Josh’s ears …oh yes, the first pearl will be, “Don’t repeat what you hear to your mother.”

TD

 

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Just for laughs!

It occurred to me after posting the cartoon of Elmer Fudd hunting and finding Buggs Bunny, how far our notion of how to hunt has come. The cartoon depicts no camouflage, no face paint; the shotgun isn’t a parody of an assault rifle, and Elmer doesn’t have a guide holding a tripod.

This was a Saturday morning cartoon that didn’t teach spelling, elicit emotions or serve as an infomercial for a toy or cereal brand. It was just a cartoon designed to make you laugh.

The “good old days!”

TD

 

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Political Correctness

I was accused of trying to be “politically correct” in some of my posts. Let me set the record straight: I don’t know how to be “politically correct”.

By definition (according to President Harry S. Truman) it is the ability to pick up a turd (my word) by the clean end.

See what I mean?

TD

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