As I lay down to sleep last night it was with
an incredibly heavy heart. Ito took everything I had to not start drinking
again. Luckily I had to work most of the day so I missed most of the game, but
the parts I did see, were Melvin Gordon running wild. 408 yards echoed through
my head all evening. 408 yards, Are you kidding me, I don’t think my new cars warranty is that
long. Was the defensive strategy to wear down the running back by continuing to
make him run? It was a sad evening in the O’Grady household but as I woke this
morning I had a great idea as to how I can fix these horrible feelings that
consumed me. First I could remove half of my teeth and then smack myself in the
head a few times with a hammer to dumb myself down and finally pick a SEC team
to become a fan of. My next thought was there has got to be a better way, and I
can think of a couple things that always make me feel better; fishing and ___.
So Cat and I decided to go fishing today.
Earlier this week Cat and I hit the river and had one of our best days of the fall.
With the feelings of dread still seeping through my veins I was worried that a
less than stellar day might do more harm than good. That was NOT the case
today. It took a little while for the fish to really get active today but when
they did it was lights out( no Husker defensive pun there). BWO’s began
hatching just before 1:00 and they kept the fish interested all day. Even
though the BWO’s were everywhere, fish seemed to be drilling everything we
threw at them. The excitement of the day was when I hooked this fish that gave
me a battle for the ages(unlike my Huskers), I hooked him and twice he ran
under branches and twice I steered him through. He headed upriver and then turned
and ran below me. I got one look at him when he was just a foot below the
surface and he looked like a monster brown. I finally worked him away from all
the trouble and saw nothing but slow deep water in front of him and I knew he
was mine. Kind of like what Melvin Gordon saw all day yesterday and then, the
hook just popped out, all that work and it just popped out. The lowlight of the
day was Cat hooked this beautiful fish and fought it for a little while and I
had the whole thing on video, after she landed it I went to take a pic and I
got an error message and I lost all the footage. I went to snap a pic and the
same thing happened, what I can say is that it was a very nice fish.
I was right about one thing, fishing always
makes me feel better. As we got back to the car, cat and I did a quick fist
pump and my feelings were repaired and life felt like it was worth living
again. I turned on the radio to see how the Bronco’s did today and it sounds
like I may need to hit the river again tomorrow.
With the drop in flows the river felt as
technical as I have seen in quite some time. Hopefully with the lower and
clearer water the piggies will be less apt to munch on power bait or worms.
Casts, drifts, and hooksets all needed
to be precise today and it was game on when they were fulfilled. The pics are
from the last few days out. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, The Badgers and
The Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading……..
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