Last Wednesday, as I am gazing out of my window at the orifice, listening to that irritating alert when emails come through, wondering why the fuck I am not waist deep in a river seeking my quarry, I made an impromptu purchase and declared I would be in RI early Friday morning. Fucking Drakians...
I pulled an all nighter Thursday and was surprised I didn't need any of that magic shit retrads take to stay up. Here goes...
Went out to dinner Thursday night, hit the local arcade. Played this thang till 2AM, got home at 3, packed, in the Lyft by 4, at RDU by 4:30AM, flying by 5...
East coast sunrise
Was greeted by Chadroc at Providence at 9AM with this rank AF cooler. Apparently it was beer o'clock. I guess he remembered my memo on the equally rank AF PBR.
Swung through Providence to scope out ye olde Chadroc stomping grounds. The bloke is savage. Bought like 20 calzones and didn't offer this poor saffa one.
Swung by his place to meet this lil menace.
Hit the local fly shop to get a license, ferloatant and scope out bessie. I would get deported for layeth of the fly line in this petting zoo. It did make my plums get a bluish hue.
And get a good lay of the land for my debaucherous Connecticut tomfoolery the following night.
Pretty sure that ^ killed
Already sent back to the Texans to fix.
This little gem was a delight to fish.
It also happens to be the little crick that Chad is trying desperately to draw attention to and prevent those fucking assholes at Loves from building another Interstate gas station. Check out the thread: viewtopic.php?f=3&t=65800
Felt very humbled to get to fish her. Ima do my part to continue to help prevent that bullshit from happening.
It is the second time this year I have wrangled on a stream under a few feet wide. Put's things in perspective. Scab picked and the wound is festering. I'll see more punes leading up to fall, no doubt.
Started getting dark in that little holler rather quick, and we made plans to head over to the local drive-in.
Alas, I promptly passed TFO and the rest is history, under that beanie, blanket, jacket and jeans.
The next morning I awoke to find myself in unfamiliar surroundings. I briefly recall where things were and heard a tapping noise. Come to find, it was the intrepid Ms. Mischief spying out some oversized forest rats foraging her humans yard. Her tail was coiled ready to attack. Gotto love the killer instinct of felines. Always ready to pounce shit. Went back to bed.
Then was awoken for good by this.
Was requested to fry em aigs, to which Chad's delightful daughter proclaimed "That's disgusting!" Apparently some kids never grew up in the sand stealing ostrich eggs and getting kicked by Rhino's. Fucking
Praise be Jah, had that brekkie with a nice cup of hot tea.
Chad likes turtles. Kyner likes dead ones.
Headed deep into the woods to scope out the headwaters of said trickle. It's truly magical, all aspects of it.
Fall showing it's early presence.
Chad was kind enough to take me onto his mates private property deep in the woods.
Reminds me of the Carpathian Montane coniferous forests found in real Transylvania in Romania.
Managed my eleventh state native brook trout in US.
Went to try coax one from the local...
Managed a celebratory beer and got lost...
Helped with dinner
Bummed everyone's cigs
And went to the fire accordingly
Stopped over at Chad's Ice fishing buddy's awesome ranch. Man, I miss #donkeylife sometimes. Went to bed early and was whisked to the airport at 5AM. Another great trek to a new corner of North America. Fucking Drakians. This place may be dead but the friendships forged over the past several years are not. I always look forward to fishing with y'all. Till the next time.
Chad, thank you for the hospitality. Once again, that fuggin 12 year old managed to have a blast and at the same time, not burn your house to the ground or end up in jail.
Next stop? Surf Donkeys!