But this is Ohio, and in the next couple of days we'll get cold rain and some snow. So, other than planning, not much of these things are going to take place. I know people fish in winter, but not me. Tried riding my bike in snow once. That didn't work very well at all -- a couple of times in the ditch told me to try something else. The boat is still covered and sitting in the driveway, and is likely to have snow piled around it for a while yet. So, planning is the extent of my activities for now.
I went out to the pond the other day and the water looks really clear. No floaters, so that is good. While I was out there, I dropped in the barn and checked on the fishing poles and gear. Things looked in order, so I thought I would get down the fly rods and "stuff" to clean it and inspect the lines. Looked pretty good.
One of the reels I plan to try this year is the old automatic reel (center). This is an old Montgomery Ward offering (if you don't know what Montgomery Ward, or "Monkey Ward" as we in Southeastern Ohio used to call it, was ask your parents or grandparents.). This reel cost me all of $2.95 at a flea market in Nelsonville, OH and works well. Should be fun.
Another thing I had to check was to see if I still had good sunglasses -- the kind with magnifiers in the bottom of the lenses. These really come in handy when tying flies to the line while standing in a river or stream.
Do I have any unfulfilled fishing dreams? Yep. I am still planning to try my luck at some Montana river -- at least it's on my bucket list. That's kind of like the Holy Grail of fly fishing and usually requires hiring a professional guide for a couple of days. This is another thing I am not really all that good at, but one that I have fun doing so maybe the expense of a guide will be worth it.
This isn't the only kind of fishing I like to do and have lots of hours and fun bait casting for bass, crappies and other fish. In fact, my brother-in-law, Chuck, and I are in the tentative stages of planning a fishing (and maybe golfing) trip to the Kentucky Lake area. We call this "Bass-n-Bogies."
OK. So for now, I'm off to take another dose of cough medicine and listen to the OU Bobcats take on Bowling Green in basketball. I've read all the fishing books I stockpiled last fall, and now I plan to dive into a couple of Jeff Shaara novels. These should get me through this next spell of cold and snow.
All the romance of trout fishing exists in the mind of the angler and is in no way shared by the fish. (Harold F. Blaisdell)
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