Hit the water with bobber this afternoon. After a being socked in with odd cloudy windy snowy weather for the past four or five days it was good to see the fire ball in the sky. It was beginning to feel like I lived back in Maine.
Side note – Did you know that 10 percent of new englanders get seasonal depression…. FACT

Anyway we thought about trespassing on some ritzy water in town but thought it was a better move to head down valley in search of warmer weather. Driving down HWY 6 we passed the authentic mexican food shack and my stomach rumbled, I was starving. But, having had a bout with some kind of intestinal disagreement about 30 minutes prior I kept my mouth shut. Instead I reached for a 7.5 oz pepsi in the cooler. I heard/saw somewhere that this helps with a stomach ache. FACT – (you be the judge)

The wind was howling it didn’t feel like 39 but thats what the mercury said in the truck. Bullshit, it felt more like 19. I was the first up to bat. I got a tip from magnum the night before that he and atreyu were having luck on big golden stones. I thought that he was lying to me and as I write I still think he may have been. But, since they have been on the water 4 days a week I trusted his call in tied on a giant articulated life like golden stone I bought for .30 cents. Friggin thing was heavy too, my flabby arms could barely roll cast the bastard. Bob was on the bank freezing waiting his turn and on my 61st drift I had a bobber down, yeah I was fishing a bobber please don’t hate. I set the hook and that spongey feeling was there followed by a head shake. I chanted hoping that my 30 cent fly did the trick. Bob hollered did he eat the stone. “yep” i yelled not knowing “nope he ate the tiny thing.” We netted the fish, a nice brown maybe 17 and 5/8 long and released it. Definitely a 6 lb fish by someone standards, I wont name names.

Bob worked his way down stream and saw a suspended fish about a rod length out. My clumsy ass stumbled down the river and spooked the fish further out. “Sorry bob” I mumbled as I perched up on a rock. Out in the middle of the run I could see the fish flash, it was a big fish probably 8 lbs by someone’s standards and as we watched the pink bobber roll past a submerged rock it did the dance. Strebber pinned the fish and we watched it flash and roll. Naturally I started yelling “Don’t horse ‘em” and got into netting position. I scooped up the beautiful Rainbow and gave bob the knuckles. We snapped a few pics, hell it’s not everyday that you see a 10lb fish on the Eagle.

Eagle River Rainbow - Not 10lbs

Eagle River Rainbow Trout - Maybe 6lbs

Eagle River Rainbow Trout - Maybe 17 inches

At this point my stomach had eaten my esophagus and it was time to feed the fat kid so we trudged back to the truck and drove back to a little slice of Authentic Mexican goodness. Some may think that 2 beef burritos shouldn’t be the first thing in your stomach after a battle with Montezuma’s revenge, but then again some may say that fish was 10 lbs.

Boo- yah

I am headed to the coast in a few days, I might have one more post in me before I leave. Until then keep it sleezy and as always thanks for reading.