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The Ol' Queen Coon

It's hard for me to write this, but I guess you don't always have to catch fish to have a good time on the water. It helps if you have a dog, canoe and Sweetgrass bamboo fly rod for company, however.

I was recently told by my girlfriend (NEWSFLASH: Zac now has a girlfriend!) about some local ponds that had native fish reintroduced in them, on the outskirts of a rather large city, on the banks of a rather monstrous river. She didn't know what species, only that they were native. She told me where they were, and I tried my best to get there, but I'm not a great navigator when it comes to urban streets. I never found the ponds, but managed to find a slough paralleling the big river. It was just barely navigable being near the slough's source, but Ariell and I dumped the canoe in and paddled away. I took along the ol' trusty 6/7 wt. Sweetgrass quad., figuring I might be able to find some fatty carp at least.

Ariell loaded up with the 8'6", 6/7 wt., Sweetgrass quad, and ready
to slay carp, suckers, pike minnows, or really anything that might
be able to stand the stagnant water.

We fished against the banks, along drop offs, near stumps, snags, pylons and weedbeds. I didn't move a fish. Didn't matter how beautifully the quad cast the double-streamer rig. There just weren't any hungry fish. In fact, there probably weren't any fish in this section of the slough anyhow. One passerby decided to not pass, stopped and said, "Partner, what kind of fish are you fishing for?!" My response, "I don't know. Anything that wants to bite, I guess. Kinda hoping for a carp. I guess." "Well, good luck," he said in bemusement, and headed on his way. I think he thought I was crazy.

Casting perfectly, and catching nothingCry. Kinda rough on an ol' fella like myself.

So, Ariell wanted to paddle a little ways downstream, just to see what was around the next bend. Funny thing was, the slough was straight. But, we lost sight of what lay beyond, as a culvert blocked our view. And we could just sneak through.

"I see a light, Zac! I think we'll make it. Is that a crocodile?"

"Geese, Ariell, I hope not. I forgot my crocodile spray! Good thing I'm afraid of the dark!"

"But, we'll just power on through!"

"Oh look, we made it! Looks like the tide is going out, too. Is that a mouse?"

"A Cormorant! I'm gonna get that Cormorant. That dirty, little Cormorant. Ha, ha, ha..."

Oh, better yet, Raccoons!!! I love Raccoons. I really like their band, the "Raccoon-tours."

And much to Ariell's chagrin, the baby coons got away, let by their grizzly-esque mother -- possibly the oldest raccoon I have ever seen.

Seemingly afraid of nothing, and lacking very good sight, the ol' Queen Coon, kept sniffing the air and twitching her hears to keep track of Ariell and my whereabouts. It was a regular Nat. Geo. moment for Ariell and my urban fishing adventure. I guess sometimes furry and feathery critters are just as cool to see as slimy-scaley ones.

In Wild Waters,

Zac Sexton

The Meandering Boo Boy
It's show time!
pondering this past year


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