Well I turned 30 today. I had to update my profile description which formerly said "...an attorney in my late twenties." I don't feel older. I sound older. I still don't think of myself as an adult. Is there something wrong with that? All I want to do is fish and hunt and sometimes play golf.
I was trying to remember if I had any goals I wanted to accomplish by the time I was 30. Only one thing came to mind. I used to tell myself that I wouldn't get married until I was 30. I guess I screwed that up. Oh well. Getting married at 29 was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I think I found the perfect match.
Who needs goals anyway?
I'm gonna leave work today and go fishing.
- Missouri Trout Stalker
- Saint Louis, Missouri, United States
- I am an attorney in my early thirties with a serious fly fishing problem. I work at a large corporate law firm where things move pretty fast. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of corporate America, I try as often as possible to get away and enjoy a quiet stream. My blog attempts to detail the adventures I have both on and off the water in "My World on the Fly."
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The last weekend in March, my boy Doug and I hit the Current to wade fish. This was the worst weather yet, or at least it was supposed to be. The forecast called for heavy rain and storms Saturday night into Sunday morning. We were risking a blown out river by going but I figured rising, chalky water would be good for streamers. We decided to leave a little later in the morning (6:45) to see how much the USGS gauge at Montauk would rise over night. At first glance in the morning, the river looked like it didn't come up at all. Maybe it didn't rain there? It was pouring at my house. Doug and I went for it anyway. The guage never lies right? About an hour and a half down highway 44, I realized that the USGS website was down and it hadn't been updated since 10 pm the previous evening. Considering it had rained all night, I thought we were fucked.
When we arrived, the river was up probably 6 or 8 inches higher than it had been when I was with Eddie. The water was also slightly stained which was perfect. The risk paid off. We absolutley dominated fish on streamers. It took about a half hour to find out what was hot. Once we did, each of us fished the same fly all day. We caugh fish steadily and managed to land a few that pushed the 18 inch mark.