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3wt7X
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With fall season upon us, I look back on year filled with adversity. As some of you know my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer in December. She detected it early and with the treatment plan and her amazing doctors, the prognosis looks optimistic moving forward. We also moved, and our children are now in school with all of the fun activities that come with that. I love every minute of it, and with the "C" word in the mix, you quickly learn to appreciate family all the more.
This year, I felt like I needed fly fishing more than ever to balance things out a bit. As irony will have it, it was one of the worst years, I can remember for getting out. I only made two trips all summer to the North Branch and Savage, and I found my mind wondering back to the homefront on both occasions. This fall, I was looking forward to catching some migratory fish.
My good friend expressed a desire to pursue early season salmon on the Salmon River in NY. This was a trip that I have never done before, due to the horror stories about "combat fishing" and terrible angler ethics. Regardless, I took him up on it. What an interesting commentary on society today. Despite what was advertised, we found access was not terrible as long as you arrived before sun up and staked out a spot. I witnessed several different varieties of snagging. My favorite was the single hook method with a bomb sized split shot, fast reeled across the river on spinning gear. I saw a guy saturday, who looked like a cross between Bob Ross and Jimmer, throwing fat bodied diving crankbaits and nailing fish in the back on every other cast. We found a nice channel and indicator fished a staging area. I prefer an indicator rig when fishing to pods of large fish to prevent foul hooking to the greatest extent possible. It worked, although we only got to play with about 5 fish each day.
I had a great time, as weird as it sounds. I felt a gratification in not getting frustrated to the point that my ethics eroded. For some reason watching the other people and bad angling behavior did not bother me like it would have before. I saw a lot of smiles out there, and the location was beautiful. I saw a little guy land his first salmon, about a 20 lber, after the fish ripped is rod out of his hands and his dad came to the rescue. The commission came down in their drift boat, and handed out tickets like candy, which will sustain this fishery for future generations. Call it what you will, the first thought that came to my mind was "manufactured fun," but fun none the less in an otherwise testing year.
This year, I felt like I needed fly fishing more than ever to balance things out a bit. As irony will have it, it was one of the worst years, I can remember for getting out. I only made two trips all summer to the North Branch and Savage, and I found my mind wondering back to the homefront on both occasions. This fall, I was looking forward to catching some migratory fish.
My good friend expressed a desire to pursue early season salmon on the Salmon River in NY. This was a trip that I have never done before, due to the horror stories about "combat fishing" and terrible angler ethics. Regardless, I took him up on it. What an interesting commentary on society today. Despite what was advertised, we found access was not terrible as long as you arrived before sun up and staked out a spot. I witnessed several different varieties of snagging. My favorite was the single hook method with a bomb sized split shot, fast reeled across the river on spinning gear. I saw a guy saturday, who looked like a cross between Bob Ross and Jimmer, throwing fat bodied diving crankbaits and nailing fish in the back on every other cast. We found a nice channel and indicator fished a staging area. I prefer an indicator rig when fishing to pods of large fish to prevent foul hooking to the greatest extent possible. It worked, although we only got to play with about 5 fish each day.
I had a great time, as weird as it sounds. I felt a gratification in not getting frustrated to the point that my ethics eroded. For some reason watching the other people and bad angling behavior did not bother me like it would have before. I saw a lot of smiles out there, and the location was beautiful. I saw a little guy land his first salmon, about a 20 lber, after the fish ripped is rod out of his hands and his dad came to the rescue. The commission came down in their drift boat, and handed out tickets like candy, which will sustain this fishery for future generations. Call it what you will, the first thought that came to my mind was "manufactured fun," but fun none the less in an otherwise testing year.