Good reports are starting to dwindle at this time of the year. Yesterday the stream flow on the Catt decreased and their was light or no winds. I didn't catch any steelies nor did I see anyone else catch anything. The bass were even off yesterday morning.
Last night we had rain and gusty winds which equated to a slight bump in the graph. I only caught 2 steelhead today both silver jacks and countless bass on jigs primarily.
I got off the water around noon when I was low holed by 3 college age guys about 5 to 10 yards below me. Three buds line upped shoulder to shoulder. One kid said hey why are fishing here there isn't enough room that guy is float fishing. The alpha male in their group who had a striking resemblance to Curly from the Three Stooges or Bobby from King Of The Hill said to his friends, " I don't give a F*ck . I'm going to fish where I want.
I don't think they knew I could here them but I just moved down about 20 yards and caught more fish then went home for lunch. Literally they could have caught fish in a 200 yard stretch of water but chose to be up my azz. Sometimes it just is not worth saying anything. It is a big river after all. But in my younger days it would have been a different story.
I guess with age comes wisdom for us all.
On a sad note the boys and I lost one of our fishing buddies Charlie Spahn to cancer this week. We just found out last night while we were out having a couple of cocktails. Charlie was an ex Vietnam Vet and one of our elder statesman on our trips. A kind hearted, quiet man, who went on our fishing expeditions to Nippissing and the Kawarthas. He was so considerate to a fault. He cooked breakfast every morning, kept camp clean and put up with Tommy J.. Waiting for Tommy J. to get ready to fish in the morning is a 3 hr event. It takes patience. Glaciers move quicker than he does.
But Charlie would say he was just happy to be in the Canadian Shield around the loons.
I guess when you have been through a war you have a different outlook on things.
You don't sweat the small stuff so much.
God bless you where ever you are Charlie.
You are in the boys thoughts.
and F*CK cancer.