Same old story today. I promised myself I would not fish today and just give it a rest for once. But I woke up during the 3rd period of the the Canucks game on the CBC and some how stayed up the rest of the night. I turned off the unneeded alarm at 5am and geared up. I hit the Cat at daylight and decided to bushwhack a different route on the creek. Luckily I waited until daylight. It was an endless maze of bramble and thorn bush's but I got to my destination no worse for wear.
The waders only slow leaked today as I didn't go in all the way. I fished a nice little run this morning that did not produce early on. I then worked my way down stream for a few hundred yards with no success. So I started all over from the top and hit one steelie on white mesh the things slowed for a while. Bill Shearer showed up with Buda and his son and the worked the opposite bank. I switched over to jig presentations and got a few more steelhead with a small brown trout and some smallmouth mixed in. Once that sun started to get high around 11:30am to noon it got dead as a door nail out there. Bill and Buda packed it up for lunch and I hit the trail of thorns back on the opposite bank.
It was nice to finally meet Buda and his son and Bill is a class act as always. Sorry gentlemen for declining your lunch invitation. With the leaky waders I didn't want to go into the restaurant looking like I wet myself.
Tomorrow I will in all likelihood be out with the Commander somewhere. I have the urge to sit back and play guide as I have been getting some pain in my casting wrist from the daily grind on the water. Correction not a grind at all. I will cherish this season and all the hours I have spent on the water for the rest of my life. It has cleared my head and cleansed my soul. I really do feel like a new man in many ways. And while the future is uncertain, I am excited for its endless possibilities.