Matt: perhaps Shawn's punishment should be a proctology exam of his own?
Kurt: This member of the Michigan contingent is alive and well. I actually went steelhead fishing yesterday in the "backyard", with the usual lack of results. In summary:
My neoprene waders made me feel like I was stumbling around in a suit of Medevil armor, and they are STILL leaking in the crotch despite numerous layers of Aquaseal;
The water was deeper than it looks and rather fast, not to mention cold of course, which didn't encourage wading and brought me flashbacks of my "swim" downstate about this time last year;
My landing net is too big to carry into the water with me, so I had to leave it on the bank in the hopes that I could somehow stumble back to it while fighting a raging steelhead and a swift current;
My very first cast landed in a tree which promptly ate my fly;
My split shot kept falling off my leader;
My fly wasn't sinking deep enough anyway to interest any steelhead, as the holes are considerably deeper than I am tall;
My very last cast ended up around my neck.
All in all, a pretty typical steelheading experience for me. So yes, I will soon be rocking back and forth in front of my vice chanting, "hennies, hennies, hennies"...
BUT WAIT!! THERE IS HOPE AFTER ALL!!! The ice will be disappearing from a lake in my hometown downstate and, if the last two years are an indication, the bluegills, crappies, yellow perch, and maybe even a few largemouth will soon be cruising the warming shallows looking for food. Spinning tackle? Bait??? HELL NO!!! It's 3-weight time with original silver & grey Killer Bass Flies and size 10 chartreuse Woolly Buggers!! For the last two years this was THE END of the Winter Blues and Cabin Fever for good, with greening grass, singing amphibians, and blooming wildflowers soon to follow. Not to mention Hennies and trout!!
BE STILL, my beating heart!
P.S. I have no idea what happened to Spence, a.k.a. Oldredbarn. He seems to be trapped in some self-imposed exile, or he really IS rocking back & forth in front of his vice...
No matter how big the one you just caught is, there's always a bigger one out there somewhere...