People - I finally got a solid weekend on the river.
AND IT WAS EFFING GLORIOUS.
|And this wasn't the HALF of it. Fucking beautiful out there.|
Now, yes, I did only catch the one beautiful rainbow trout, but that's not important.
|That's me. Not catching my fish yet.|
What's important is that I tromped up and down the west fork of the Carson river with Bubba and another good fishing buddy to the tune of Lake Tahoe winding down for winter.
|Pretty soon we'll be covered with snow.|
Folks, it's fall out there and GOD DAMN if it's not the most beautiful heart-swellingly stunning time of year.
|I wish I could hug a river.|
Which I didn't adequately capture in photos because:
1. I didn't have my big daddy camera
2. We weren't stopping alongside the road for one hot second to capture the really pretty spots because WE WERE GOING FISHING DAMNIT
3. WE WERE FISHING DAMNIT and lord knows I will drop a camera if it's not tied to my vest and since the camera tied to my vest died shortly after arriving on the river, well...there you go.
|So I obviously stole Bubba's camera when he leapfrogged me at this spot.|
Not a lot of pictures, not a lot of fish, but LOTS of fishing and fabulousness anyway.
|Can you feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel the fabulousness? Thought so.|
Plus, it was a great warm up for our trip to the White River in Arkansas in a few weeks, wherein I will fish for four days straight and see some more fall color and hopefully catch WAY more fish and also hang out with our other favorite fishing buddies.
|This is what every picture of him looks like. The man is ON the fish at all times.|
So, yeah. I had a great weekend of fishing the Carson river (caught my one rainbow on a grasshopper indicator with a pheasant tail nymph dropper, if you're interested) and I'm being gently encouraged to take up fly tying, so you know that will soon mean 101 hobbies, 0 free time and YAY MORE BITCHING.
I'm a treat.