The Curse....

...has settled on poor old Trotsky.




Again.


Nothing new I supposed ..and I have always maintained that when the fishing gets too easy I lose (..not loose! ..lol..) interest...but there is another side to that coin and that dark oppressive cloud has positioned itself right over my fish starved soul.

I can't buy a fish lately and it has been a long time since I have felt a cold streak like this one.

Brian and I fished in MI this past week and it was a great trip. Northern Michigan is everything its legend suggests. Beautiful sprawling forests with endless access and a wildlife management program that creates a sportsmans paradise. You've gotta love a place where the gas stations have fish mounts on the wall and you can walk into a restaurant at 6am with you waders on and not even raise an eyebrow.
It is pretty cool to literally see people just stop at the side of the road ...grab thier gear and disappear into the woods.
The colours were peak on this trip and the walk through the woods would've been worth the effort alone.



I would've liked a fish though....I mean come on.
We fished two famous Michigan rivers and one was so pretty I would fish it even if there were no fish in it. ( ..this works out well because I don't think there were....yet).
...Well..to say I went fishless isn't entirely accurate.
The resident trout were so thick that that you had to alter your presentation just so you could avoid them. They were beautiful little jewels that I would've killed for on the Upper Credit but after two or three you shamefully start cursing them under your breath. The little monkeys were so voracious that you could just set your line in the water at your feet and literally a 12 - 15 inch Brown would snatch it up if you weren't quick enough to remove it.
Weird.
I can only assume that the Salmon run sends these little denizens into some sort of feeding frenzy .
Steelhead weren't so easy.

Could be a tough season.



I am really dumb and it takes me a while to learn things but the water looked obvious.

Anyway...should'nt bitch about a fishing trip....ever.

Numbnuts wants to go back and I am more than willing to take my lumps like a Man.

There has to be one or two stupid fish swimming around there with my name on 'em.

Right?

:o/

Btw..To all my Blog nerd friends who are catching fish with ease I only have this offer.

BTW (2)-....Have I ever mentioned how much I hate midnights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!