All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go (Follow-up To "You're Not Fishing...")
I was supposed to be fishing up on a Georgian Bay trib this past Monday -- friend of mine wanted to head back up there and try to hook some steelies we missed last week -- weather report sounded OK (only calling for snow flurries in morning and light rain in the afternoon but temperatures were warmer so unlikely the guides would freeze up so readily) -- arrangements made last minute and left open-ended as to what weather might be -- but my friend is crazier than I am when it comes to fishing -- he's a roadie with a rock band -- but lives to fly fish -- tries to get out as much as he can while on the road with band; relieves the "stress" from the rock and roll lifestyle -- has fished throughout USA and all over Canada -- his recent tour through Ontario included stopover in Toronto -- the previous week (on a Monday) he went up to a trout club for a few hours of fly fishing (a return trip from the week before when I went along) -- just so he could get a rod in his hands for a bit of trout fishing -- then Tuesday he "dragged" me up to Meaford with him (OK OK he didn't exactly "drag" me "screaming and kicking" out fishing) -- we fished through the day with snow flurries and occasional sun -- hooked onto a couple steelies -- then he drove back to north of Toronto where I live -- and after dropping me off at home, he drove hours to Bowmanville so he could fish a Lake Ontario trib before having to be in downtown Toronto (another hour or more) for a gig at the Horseshoe (he made the decision to go to Bowmanville after asking my opinion on where "close" to Toronto could he fish?!?!?) -- the next day the band headed off to Ottawa for a gig Friday -- he stayed over in Bowmanville Wednesday night fished all day Thursday and drove to Ottawa (five to six hours away) Friday -- on Wednesday he'd seen some nice fish in the Lake Ontario trib but couldn't get one on (threw everything but the kitchen sink at them) -- Thursday he was luckier as he hooked and landed a 30+ inch steelie (guess he finally got his "revenge") -- after playing in Ottawa the weekend the band had another gig in the Greater Toronto Area -- my friend drove back to Bowmanville Sunday and hooked a nice fish that afternoon -- so late last Sunday night he calls me up (knowing I rarely refuse an "excuse" to go fishing) and we made plans to get back up to Meaford on Monday -- any way, I get all my gear sorted out and wait for his call this morning -- in fact all my stuff is at the door ready to go -- no call, but I figure he's on his way -- time passes and just before 11 am. my buddy calls -- I figure he might have slept in (tiring business being on the road with a rock band) -- turns out he had got up really early for one last go at hooking into some more fish in the Lake Ontario trib -- and he had got onto some really nice fish -- any way, he apologizes for not picking me up -- must admit he did try to say he'd slept in at first until he realized he was calling me from the river and I might be able to hear the distinct sound of water -- then he admitted he'd gone out to try his luck one more time and had "lost" himself in a moment of great fishing -- he added "I hope you understand I'm sorry -- but I think I'll stay down here though -- the fishing is great!!!!" -- funny thing is I do understand (and probably would have done the same thing) -- just wish I could join him -- part of the beauty of being without a vehicle these days is having to "rely" on others -- still I really don't "blame" him for leaving me "high and dry" -- I mean the fish are on
Tight lines,
Mike
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Last edited by mike ormsby; 28-11-2008 at 02:55 PM.
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