The Florida crew got a little bit of a feeling for how I get a bit obsessed about fishing.
There is a place I love called the McCloud River. The Nature Conservancy has a great property there with well maintained trails and very fishy water. The property is a few miles long and at the end of their property there is some private property and, from what I understand, there is a rope across the river there to denote where the private land starts.
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The McCloud.
I’ve never seen that rope, despite frequent statements like “Let’s hike down to the rope and fish back up.” See, I never get that far. I start off with the best of intentions and then I see the water… the beautiful runs, the conifer green water. I can’t make it down the trail any more than 20 minutes before I have to fish.
For this Florida trip we were all on the phone talking about the day we all arrive. Two of us get in at 6:45 AM, and two of us get in at 10 and noon. Now, if I were patient person I might say “yeah, we can wait around and then we’ll all go fishing… ya know, whenever you guys get in we’ll get going.”
That isn’t what I said.
Instead I figured it would make more sense for the first two of us to head out fishing and for the guys getting in a little bit later to head out together, fish and then we’d meet up at the end of the fishing.
I couldn’t make it to the rope, and the trip is still three+ weeks away.
Davin said “boy, you really get to learn things about people.”
Florida is coming.
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To heck with the rope. There are fish to be caught!
I know the problem.
However, I’ve looked – no ropes to be found out there – just a TON of tarpon right now!
I’ve lost a tarpon down there because of a rope. A gnarly, barnacle encrusted, 8 foot rope attached to an Styrofoam ball on one end complete with a 12 inch loose tag and a pretty much trashed crab trap semi-buried in muck and turtle grass on the other. Said tarpon found that bloody rope almost immediately after eating my fly. So yeah, I’ve been to the rope and hope I don’t see it again any time soon.