Let’s start off with story time. My brother and I chased a few shad the other day. Another fly fisherman covered with gear for any possible fishing scenario – for fresh water and salt. It’s good to be prepared – walked up and kindly asked, “So, what are the regs?” My brother and I looked quizzically at each other. Then I asked the gentleman, “You mean, like what size do they need to be in order to keep?” He nodded to clearly indicate, yes. I answered, “Dude, I have no idea. We don’t keep them.” My brother nodded in agreement. What a strange question…
I love this time of year: when Winter wraps up and Spring comes into full bloom. The longer days, warmer weather, and ridiculous amount of upcoming outdoor activities/events all contribute to a happier Bram. It’s kind of like Sound & Color (the song and album), by Alabama Shakes … Pretty awesome! Continue reading
Another nice February day and off work early. So, I had to explore! Additionally, I mentioned in a previous post that I wanted to land a crappie on the fly. So, Dan Dutton of River Rock Outfitters recommended I check out the area around Government Island on Aquia Creek. Due to the amount of side cover from downed trees and bush, this creek is a pretty solid location for crappie, it at least that’s what my research suggested.
Skunked: verb, when the only thing you manage to catch is a buzz… if you’re lucky. At least this is the definition used in the fishing world. One could also use the term to represent the physical and mental annihilation of the other team in drinking games. Specifically, beer pong. Told you I learned something is college.
Quick post here on a weekend hike. The lady friend and I decided to take advantage of the very nice, and rather unusually warm February weather. We tried a new hike. Hikes are fun, and tons of trails exist, but just like anything else, you tend to stick with what you know. This time we ventured off the beaten path (metaphorically speaking, of course) and tried a trail in the Hazel Country portion of Shenandoah National Park. To keep it simple, stupid, I’ll comment on the photos in a chronological order.
If you go through the trouble of chopping up the wood, why not remove the sign and place it on a standing arbor? This rested right beside the trail head, and I can only imagine, this sign won’t serve it’s purpose for much longer. That sucks, man. It’s frustrating when things can no longer serve their purpose because someone or something won’t help them out. Now, that I come to think of it, I didn’t try to remove or replace the boundary sign either. I’m no better. I’m no better… Continue reading