the envy of plumbers, the scourge of mice.
good maple syrup. ham at every meal.
i had to run out on saturday morning for opening day ceremonies. the rug rats bum rushed me as soon as i came in the door. that felt great. i stunk like all hell, but i took the time to brush 2 days of ham out of my teeth. as coach of my little man's instructional team i could not let those little troops down. it was a really beautiful morning, as coach i got my boy my old number, ten.
scarfed a hot dog and watched one round of bounce house jamming. then begged off. it was moving day in the race for troutman of the year. i had several spots to fish and it was past noon when i arrived back at camp. there were shitloads of acorns in our campsite. i mean like shitloads. i duct taped acorns to my nibs as a joke, which made my uncle crack up, as did the product i presented him with. i made it from a walmart de-hooker, a photo of jim, and my fly tying scissors and super glue.
i went out and frantically searched for a decent trout. but all i got were some 12"ers. i was in a rush to fish 3 places along the river. before the kids and wife came over for the fish fry around 5pm.
found in one tree.
it was poor fishing conditions. bluebird and shit. nothing happening on top. it was after that token that i did my annual head washing. when it is warm and you have been wearing your filthy hat for 3 days it feels good as hell to take that hat off and lathe up cold river water over your head. rub it in to your hair. rub it into your beard. do it again. scratch your matted hair in the sunshine. blow the excess from your lips. wash your face good in river water.
i started working my way back to camp. its a slow roll down route 198 beside which the natchaug river flows. i missed the fishing at what we call the hang out spot, a big dead hole in the river where occasionally giant trout lay out. my brothers and friends went there, they didn't get anything big. but everyone caught fish.
i went to the old bridge on my way back to camp, its close to camp. late day saturday you start realizing that the trips done, it is a relief for me in a way, i am resigned to not winning the troutman of the year award. i just have fun and catch a couple more stockies. one of which i dispatched since i hadn't taken a limit today.
sobf was here
i was scarcely out of my waders when the kids busted into the camper. my 2 brought their 3 cousins and my sister and mom. for the fish fry. my wife made us a giant mac and cheese since dave west, the pussy, didn't show up this year and he always makes the mac and cheese. it is a meal i cherish. my brother makes chilli, dave west mac and cheese, ted lard fries the trout filets into fish sticks. there was also goose breast and bbq venison.
we hit the playground.
dada i cly mmmm bin.
can i get just one decent picture?
somebody found a dope ass brown snake. my daughter said, hi snake.
crazy mike won troutman of the year for 2nd year running, a 15 and 3/4 incher. good for mike, he lost his wife this year and he's adapting to a new life. i hope to be able to fish with him and crazy ronnie soon. they are quite the pair. its really good to see how good of friends they are. a long friendship.
the kids began to chuck rocks into t bag's money shot spot. poor finley got a giant splinter in her foot. nobody had any tweezers. the kids eventually all took off and i realized how much i couldn't wait to see them tomorrow afternoon. back to normal life. but i already missed hours and hours of unadulterated fishing. i sneak out here and there, but man, a full weekend? that really don't happen often. busy lives.
didn't matter after everybody left, t bag still stuck one last trout.
i sat around with jim and mike. we looked through an old stack of fishcamp pictures.
at night, eddie played a bunch of songs like he usually does. some tom waits, and sweet baby james for uncle jim. its a good time. i am very tired. i still stay up late. my cousin paul brought his dog, cleo. cleo wants to kill me. i give her ham and everything. i don't know why she doesn't like me, but it bothers me. most dogs generally like me. when cleo scares the shit out of me for the last time, i got to bed. the last ride was finally ending.