Fishing when I was supposed to be doing something else
Posted by: lostzac
on Jul 08, 2012 
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World-renound trout rivers flow a few miles down the road from where I live. However, sometimes it is not possible to wade inside them, and experience casting Sweetgrass bamboo upon them. Sometimes, in fact, I have to do things like, "work" -- a concept I am still trying to understand. During these "work" periods, I must settle for the little, unknown stream that flows a few feet from my back door. Sad story, I know, but stick with me. There is a happy ending.
It is a beautiful stream, certainly, however many people living on its banks, suck it near dry, come Summer's end. After all, what would we do without green, non-native grass on our lawns? But there are fish that make it through the Summer lows, and Winter freezes. These survivors intrigue my senses, and when I am supposed to be working, often I sneak away, and search for these durable trout.
This little guy is fat and healthy, and took a caddis emerger I cast with an eight and a half foot, four weight Sweetgrass prototype. I like longer rods, oftentimes, even on small streams, to keep my drifts direct.
Though much of the water is fast and shallow, which helps dissolve oxygen, there are few holes where the fish can hide under Cottonwood shadows. It is in these shadows I found another survivor.
This one was about an inch longer, and a great discovery while taking a quick break from...whatever it was that seemed to be so important at the time.
In Wild Waters,
Zac Sexton
The Meandering Booboy
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