Thursday, May 24, 2012
I came home late last night from a five day journey in Las Vegas for an annual work convention. After interacting with grown-ups in business suits all week and walking among the slot machine zombies, I was reminded we are completely and unequivocally doomed as a civilization. Seriously.
I was excited to get the hell out of Babylon and back to the flats for some therapy. Unfortunately, Idaho was experiencing another major cold front and it was a case of deja vu from last weekend, with freezing rain and temps in the '40's.
There's an old farmer's joke in eastern Idaho: "Around here we have two seasons - winter and July."
When Mother Nature is less than cooperative and the weather makes our friends at Blackfoot Reservoir too lethargic to feed, I have another "go to" spot in a different body of water with warmer water temperatures, benefiting from a natural spring. While it's great to have some relatively warm water to fish, the carp in this early season clear water are wicked spooky.
Fortunately, I was able to find a willing player in very shallow water before it started sleeting.
1) Schedule work around fishing;
2) Schedule fishing around the weather;
3) Make it happen.
Sure, my family is at the top of the priority list, but they are in Ohio for another four days and it's Memorial Day weekend.
If it warms up tomorrow, it'll be carp at the reservoir. If not, I'll chase some trout. Probably a little of both over the weekend.
The salmonflies are hatching on the Henry's Fork River. While the Henry's Fork is one of the most majestic places on earth, I just can't get enough carp.
It is really good to be home.
Prince Alla - bringin' it home: