Been taking a little hiatus from everything. I kinda felt like I needed a break from tying through this long ass horrible for fishing winter. I’m tired of it. I get up, I go to work, I come home and tie flies until it’s time to pass out. I rinse, I repeat, and I stumble like a zombie through the week. Spring cannot get here soon enough. My casting arm twitches. Hell I’ll even cast right handed if it gets me on the water. And I won’t complain about it.
I’m ready for warm. I’m ready for smallmouth. I’m ready for carp. I’m ready for gar. Hell, I’ll even purposely target bluegill, I haven’t done that in awhile. I’ve got the shack nasties bad. It snowed hard last night. It’s spring. It’ll be 50 in a few days and the rivers will be blown for weeks. I’m sure I’m not alone in this twilight state I’ve been living in. I bet there’s a hundred more like me.
I might have a SBS of a big weedless bass/pike fly up soon. I swear I’m not going anywhere.