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Ideal Day Astream
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Up with the sun, the daily yoga/stretch/run, shit/shave/shower,
(snip really good plan) feast on the feast with a bottle of good red wine, follow it up with a wee bit more scotch
and hit the hay shortly after sundown.
oh, for god’s sake, forty. and you were doing *so* well! you left out…changer la femme… Repeat.
well, sure, if you’re both up to it… Sounds great but missing only one element. wayno, enlighten the boy. . .
Peter all i can say, peetah, is that i have tried for the last time. it’s a helluva undertaking, even for me. your bodhisattva in the old north state wayno Visit The Streamer Page at
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Up with the sun, the daily yoga/stretch/run, shit/shave/shower,
Ken, No offense, but how can it be an ideal day when you shit/shave/shower when most would agree that the proper order is shit/shower/shave? Scott
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Scotty, I usually forgo shaving. john ..beardless in Dayton
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Scotty, I usually forgo shaving. john ..beardless in Dayton
That really is an ideal day, then! Scott
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Up with the sun, the daily yoga/stretch/run, shit/shave/shower, followed by a leisurely, decadent breakfast. Pack the vest with a hearty lunch and be at the trailhead by 10-10:30. [snip]
Get up at 4:30 AM and catch some shut-eye on the couch so as not to wake up wife around daybreak. Think about hitting the head but why bother? Grab a Twinkie and a Haagen Daz Dark-Chocolate coated Vanilla ic-cream bar for breakfast at the 24 hour gas station. Show up at the parking spot about 1/2 hour late but still just around dawn. "My Child was Inmate of the Month at County Jail". Yep, I’m bleary-eyed but that bumper sticker tells me that it is in fact LB’s car that’s parked there already. Trudge past some knee-aching, never ending, sand dunes and head to the foamy warm water discharge from the power plant. Smell a dead dolphin carcass about 50 paces before it comes within visible range – some sort of neurotoxic algae bloom has been making the sea mammals go berzerk and wash up on shore. Pelicans are dive-bombing the surf. Wave a good morning to LB who is fighting a fish by the time I get my boots wet. His 6 earings are glistening in the low morning sun which has just poked its nose over the horizon. The tattoos on his neck throb as his torso arches and twists with the current, gently trying to lead his prize to the shore against an angry sea. He is Zubin Mehta in waders and a ridiculously light 6 wt rod is his baton. My first 5 casts yield 4 yellowfin croaker and then all of a sudden they are gone. Pick up a few large perch including one monster. They are a viviparous species and this one female is dripping live young’ens out of her bunghole. Repeatedly cast and strip retrieve 320 grains of lead core shooting head. Salt is creeping into every seam of protective outerwear, under every neoprene-gusseted seal, into the hinges of my sunglasses, through my pores. Wander over to a raging rip current and pull out four leopard sharks. I chase the pelicans up and down the beach but they, and the ball of baitfish that must endure their blitzkrieg, are always just out of casting range. Surf is screaming in my ear but somehow I hear the muted "breenp, breenp" of a Nokia 6200. Open my chest pack and unwrap the cell phone from the ziploc bag. "Yeah, Jimmy. Yeah, get here right away. Yeah. Fishing is already slowing down. See ya." Jimmy arrives and he catches the largest surfperch of his life, a 3 pounder. This fish squirts one of her babies into my stripping basket and I watch it swim around (I use a solid basket with no drain holes). Six hours of casting, stripping, fighting, running, sweating and my fingers are numb from the cold ocean water. My back is sore from an improperly loaded chest pack. My skin is crispy from the California sun and the smile on my face is as wide as Rosie O’Donnell. Mu
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[tale of great suffering snipped for the sake of humanity] Mu
Lookit, I don’t think it’s fair that you have to suffer like this all by yourself. Need any help? BTW, you weren’t "astream" so it doesn’t count! Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://home.cogeco.ca/~pcharles/streamers/index.html
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Thanks Rosie. Will be back "home" on the 11th, then heading up to the lower Sac on the 13th. — Frank Reid Reverse email to reply.
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BTW, you weren’t "astream" so it doesn’t count!
I was too astream … I said I was at the warm-water discharge from the power plant. When those neighborhood air-conditioners start humming, the flow can be a torrent. That was admittedly a good day. Last outing prior to that one resulted in one fish. Mu
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Thanks Rosie. Will be back "home" on the 11th, then heading up to the lower Sac on the 13th.
Have fun. You guys hiring a guide or going it alone? Mu
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Have fun. You guys hiring a guide or going it alone? Mu
We don’t need no stinkin’ guides, we’re cheap. — Frank Reid Reverse email to reply.
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We don’t need no stinkin’ guides, we’re cheap.
After buying all the beer, tequila and scotch for the trip, we’re also broke. Makes being cheap easy. Frank
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Up with the sun, the daily yoga/stretch/run, shit/shave/shower, followed by a leisurely, decadent breakfast. Pack the vest with a hearty lunch and be at the trailhead by 10-10:30. Hike to an isolated, beautiful spot, have a bit of lunch and hit the stream around 1:00. Fish for wild natives, with dry flies (of course 
, til 4:00 then hike out. Have a Budweiser (or two) back at the car then drive back to the cabin, drink a scotch or two while preparing a feast, feast on the feast with a bottle of good red wine, follow it up with a wee bit more scotch and hit the hay shortly after sundown. Repeat.
Sounds great but missing only one element. wayno, enlighten the boy. . . Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://home.cogeco.ca/~pcharles/streamers/index.html
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Sounds great but missing only one element. …
Right. Forgot to mention tying up some flies for the next day while nipping on the scotch after dinner. — Ken Fortenberry
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Up with the sun, the daily yoga/stretch/run, shit/shave/shower, followed by a leisurely, decadent breakfast. Pack the vest with a hearty lunch and be at the trailhead by 10-10:30. Hike to an isolated, beautiful spot, have a bit of lunch and hit the stream around 1:00. Fish for wild natives, with dry flies (of course , til 4:00 then hike out. Have a Budweiser (or two) back at the car then drive back to the cabin, drink a scotch or two while preparing a feast, feast on the feast with a bottle of good red wine, follow it up with a wee bit more scotch and hit the hay shortly after sundown. Repeat. — Ken Fortenberry
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