You're Fishing In This Weather?????
A few Sundays ago, I was up on Georgian Bay tributary in Meaford, Ontario fly fishing for steelhead with a good buddy. Now I have to admit the weather was not the best. We'd had rain most of the day before and snow flurries were forecast for the whole morning for the area we would be in. But I got up early, out the door by 5 am. as it's a two hour trip to Meaford. When we got up to Meaford the river was higher than I'd ever seen -- chocolate brown spilling over its banks -- and probably "unfishable". But we scouted out some favourite spots, even checking out another nearby Georgian Bay trib which was completely blown out, so we came back to the original river and decided to head out for a few hours. After all, we had travelled two hours to fish. Any way, we hooked a few steelhead and even enjoyed a few hours of sun. The fishing wasn't easy but it was great to be out on the water. Remember a bad day fishing is still better than the best day at work.
The funny thing was the "looks" and "questions" we got from family and others on our trip up and back (in the case of family this came before we set out). Typically, the comments ranged from "you're not going fishing in this weather????" to "are you crazy????" to "you know it's snowing up there". Now we stopped for a "pit stop" at a Tim Horton's donut/coffee shop (this is a true Canadian "establishment" with several Tim Horton's all over -- it's said that Canada has more donut shops per capita than any other place -- it seems we have one on every street corner in several places -- guess we like our coffee and/or donuts), and our server couldn't believe that two guys would be heading out to fish in that weather (there was snow flurries and we still had another hour of travel). But then she added that there had been two other guys in just before us also heading up to fish. Well, the weather cleared closer to Meaford, and as I said we did fish. My buddy (who is a new fly fisher and very gung-ho) was anxious to get set up and out on the water. I remarked to him that he had just reached a new level of fly fishing by being out in this type of weather -- this type of day separated the "fair-weather" anglers to those who were committed (or maybe that should be "committed" as in institutional care). He had now crossed over from just being an eager beginner to being "crazed" about fly fishing (or just "crazy"). There weren't many other fishermen out that Sunday, but I raised my coffee cup to two fishermen getting ready at the same access point. In unison, they both raised their Tim Horton's cups in silent response. Like ourselves, they knew that fishing in any kind of weather is still a great day out on the water.
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