It wasn’t until after one of the kids suffered a public meltdown at the Shasta Big Springs Ranch’s “Watch the salmon return to spawn” event that I developed an inkling why salmon die after they spawn.
It’s not just a biological imperative. It’s a pretty damned good idea.
Sadly, Little M’s been out of sorts since Wally the Wonderdog passed away, and it turns out so have I.
I fished a couple times and caught fish in what I’d suggest were Quality Fishing Experiences, but I never felt like writing about the trips. It was fly fishing and it was good, but around the house and on the stream I keep seeing Wally the Wonderdog out of the corner of my eye, as if he still existed in the periphery of my vision.
People who lose limbs sometimes suffer from what’s called phantom pain; their brain reports sensations from a limb that isn’t there, and while scientists aren’t sure why, you probably don’t have to look past your nearest dog owner for an explanation.
Still, life continues, and I’m starting work on a review of the Sage Circa 8’9″ 3wt fly rod — a review which includes a daring comparison to the much-loved Sage 389LL and even the Orvis Helios 2 8’4″ 2wt.
To steal from the degrading reality TV shows dotting the airwaves, the review will be “more shocking than The Real Housewives of Atlanta*.”
In the meantime, I’m ramping up the work again and doing all the things responsible adult homeowners do when winter’s grip starts to tighten, so while I’m feeling the urge to write a little, other things beckon.
Still, see you behind they keyboard (a bit more), Tom Chandler.