A fisherman out of water

This summer has been a very tough one for us in the southeast. There has been very little water and as I write this the Davidson river, a river that I love to fish, is running at 26cfs. All the fish are podded up in pools and are not really feeling safe enough to eat much. I have ventured out a few times bass fishing and always went away not really enjoying the experience. Throwing big ugly flies to even uglier fish doesn't hold that much appeal for me. The couple times that I have dusted off the two weight and went out trout fishing has been somewhat of a dissapointment. I have come to realise that I like to fish water that is deaper than my ankles. I like to have water that can hold a fish anywhere. I did make one trip up to Virginia fishing this summer at the end of which I vowed to go back at least two times this summer. Well, sitting hear at the computer I have neither gone back or have I even tried to think about it. I miss water....

The long road home

Sorry, for this beeing the first blog entry in quite some time. I have been busy with life and, well, just procrastinating. This summer was a busy one for me on the home front and a very slow one on the fishing front. Julia and I bought a house and just bought a new prius. We have been busy with the new 1925 bungalow blues. There always seems to be something that the home inspector did not mention or see. The latest of which was that our oil tank for our furnace had about 60 gallons of water in it. This made starting the furnace up a pain in the backside. Our wonderful mulched back yard that we thought would be great for dogs turned out to be a nightmare instead. When it rains the whole thing turns to mud. Reminds me of the "mudbowls" my friends and I used to have as kids. We would corden off a quarter of the football field when it was raining like it does so often in western Washington, and play football. Talk about muddy times. Well, Julia and my dogs like to find the muddiest part of the yard and play mudbowl of their own on rainy days. It was crazy, one morning I came home from dropping Julia off at work and low and behold there stood two very black dogs. Now mind you our dogs are the color of a yellow lab. Upon further inspection of the house it seamed that Rainier and Chinook had come in through their doggy door multiple times and ran around the house. The entire house from about two feet from the door down was covered in mud. I spent the entire day mopping and cleaning.