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Sunday, December 28, 2008

It'll Be Hard To Say Goodbye....

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Well the river is raging and I don't think there is a chance that we get fish again this year although my knucklehead friend disagrees.

4 Days for it to fall into shape...we'll see. If I don't get another fish this year it won't bother me all that much. I ended on a good one and I got my fair share in my opinion.....but one more would be cool...

;o)

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Christmas Bitches!!!



Well ,..
It is very unlikely that I will be fishing again before Santa Claus comes to town.
The kids are feeling better and that is a very welcome Christmas miracle in the Norland house.
I may sneak out and fish the outflows tomorrow just to lower the blood pressure but even that is bordering on a pipe dream...
..Too many things to do.
With the forecast calling for massive amounts of RAIN...it could very well be that the season is over for me.
It kind of snuck up on me and in a way it makes it less painful..lol.
I enjoyed this season....even though the weather tested my patience at times.
I am a whiny bitch and thats fishing after all.
I think that 2006 destroyed all of our minds.
After all... There were some beautiful fish caught this year and that is all anyone can really ask for.

A very public and sincere thank you to my good buddy Morin for being such a good friend and fishing partner.

Merry Christmas.

Gene

Friday, December 19, 2008

Chow Down Cock-a-Roach ...



Well Morin and I went fishing today even though it was 'Snowmaggedon' outside...

There must be something wrong with our heads but I would do it again in a heartbeat.

I was 0 for 3 which stings for certain.
It would've been cool to get a hero shot of me with a fish in that shit but it wasn't meant to be.
I am sure we could've flogged the water until I redeemed myself but I am also sure that if we'd stuck around I wouldn't be typing this from the comfort of my cosy warm home tonight and I would be holed up somewhere along the Huron shore waiting out the storm that eventually shut down all the roads and dreading the welcome my Wife would give me when I finally arrived home.
Instead we cut it short and rushed home to driveway shovelling and snowball fights...


..And relieved spouses.


I hope I get out a few more times before she closes but it is becoming crunch time...and I am wondering if I am up for it anymore.


I got some good shots of Morin fighting fish in the blizzard and we both got a great look at the Bald Eagle that calls the river home now.


That is worth the price of admission right there in my book......and caution to the wind is part of this sport....even with the full knowledge that it will catch up to me some day.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Flotsam and Jetsam



So here is my poor old fishy....dislocated and abused...hanging haphazard over my spawn tying desk in the furnace room.
For shame...
This mount didn't come with a back piece which at the time didn't bother me. I originally had the big fella on the pine walls of my basement and that seemed to look just fine.
Now with the new basement I need something. I would love to go with something black-ish?
Wood painted would probably be the easiest but there is a granite remnant place in The States that has fueled my imagination a bit.
I certainly have no time for it now as the real fish have priority and we are rounding the corner on Ho Ho...
Sounds like a New Years project.
Til then he'll just have to stay where he is. It isn't really that bad of a spot anyway. Less tempting for the kids. Owen had Obi Wan Kenobi in the fishes mouth the one day..LOL....
I didn't even have the heart to get mad at him,... I mean he is seven...how could anyone resist?
:O)
The cell phone is history and the camera...although working....is showing signs.

I am hoping that I have enough dough left over for a possible Boxing day upgrade.
It will have to be just a Point and Shoot dummy job and the two cameras that I have been looking at are the ,

Canon a1000
or the
Canon a590

I don't know squat about cameras and just about anything that you review on the net will have something bad attached to it.
I was at my Daughters Christmas concert yesterday and had a chance to use my wifes Canon S5 IS.
Aside from the 12x zoom I really wasn't that impressed.
I mean the photos were good but they weren't good enough to justify the bulkiness on a fishing trip and besides... I am going to destroy anything that I buy within a matter of months.
FACT.
Some of the reviews mentioned 'Noise' from too many Megapixels on a small camera. I have no idea what that means but if I upgrade to a 10 MP camera and have crappy pics I am going to be really bummed.
Oh well.
I have been pretty lucky so far and the Canons are tougher than Whale shit. For the price anymore there isn't that much of a risk anyway.
I was thinking the other day that since the advent of Digi Cameras our household has gone through at least 5 different models.
The population of Sarnia is right around 75,000 (I think)...
Lets say 10,000 households....
Even if we are above average,...and I don't think that we are...that is right around 40-50,000 cameras in a land fill somewhere.
Can that be right?
Now I am not exactly Green Gene ,..but it does get you thinkin...

Friday, December 12, 2008

I Was Overdue Really


...Today I ignored Morins advice and tried to cross a river that was really truckin at a spot that was less then friendly.
I almost made it.

Almost.
I used to go in on a regular basis when I used to fish Sauble Falls...but I was younger then
The digital sign we passed on the way home had the temp at a balmy -8...without the windchill and that water was cold.

Three quarters of the way across and up go the feet and I am swimmin. It was a pretty wild feeling with that cold water coming in over the top of the waders....
Not funny really... I should be more careful...
...and I should put the camera and the cell phone in Ziplock bags..
DOH!


As you can see from the pics ...my camera made it....but the cell phone is still DOA. I was secretly hoping that this little mishap would've forced me to get a new camera...and I know Morin was too.

Aside from that madness we did pretty good. One of the fish we got today had been attacked by an eagle or something. We took the photo from her good side as the other side was pretty gruesome. I don't like her chances but who knows...these fish are remarkable.




We fished some new water today and when you do that you always waste a little time searching but this is something we should do more often. I will be in no hurry to rush back to this little section but it is always nice to have spots like this in the back pocket when things get a little stale.
I wasn't sure if I would even be going today until the last minute. The baby is better but poor Ella is still running a fever. She does seem to have more energy though and her spirits are up.

Hopefully she'll get another good nights sleep and we'll see some improvement tomorrow.
Morin managed to land a stellar fish today that just put the boots to him!!

It was an epic struggle between man and fish and for once he didn't lose the friggin thing...LOL.
I am sad for him.
Watching that POS negotiate log piles ..cracking ice...overhanging limbs and submerged timber was absolutely priceless......
Must be hard hiking with that horseshoe up his ass.
Anyway...surprisingly enough today took a lot out of me ....so I will cut this one kinda short....
and maybe one more tea before bed..
Brrrrrrrr.



(laugh it up Wallace)

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Otitis Media..


...My old friend.

Well last night the rod is tied and all the gear is loaded in the car. Permission to fly has been procured from the Warden and the water graph looks good.

A few minutes of Monday Night Football...which was one helluva game ..then off to bed to fortify myself for the next days riparian adventure.

Hit the Brakes
Both girls are sick...

Poor little Avery woke up with what is obviously an ear infection...nobody got any sleep.My Wife god bless her insisted that she could manage and told me to go anyway....Then Ella woke up with a fever...?Time to pull the plug....sorry Brian...I am Daddy first.Regardless what my Wife suggests...fishing is no fun when you are worrying about the kids.

Especially Ella...That kid is never sick.

Oh well the Steelies will catch a break from me today...with all this rain the river should blow apart ...I hope Morin doesn't get stuck on the far side....actually I hope he does...lol
Avery is very tough ...it appears she takes after her mother. I hope we can get this medicine into her...

Ella...well...as you can see ...she is very lethargic this morning.

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BTW.. yesterday I made it official. I return to work on Feb 5th...
:o/

Monday, December 08, 2008

Eggs Benny


It is fun walking through 2 feet of snow.
Sincerely..

The thing is...even now in my decrepit state...if someone calls me and suggests that we bundle up and head out for a long taxing hike in the fresh virgin snow I am in!

I love the outdoors and I always have and in the winter being outside is really a blast if you are dressed for it. I don't even mind working in it, again, provided you have enough gear.



Morin and I are on the phone hm-hawing back and forth about whether or not we should even try when suddenly my wife pipes up out of frustrating and says "Oh for Gods sake just GO!!"

OK.
:o/

I think she is having an affair...or it could be that she is just sick of me. I have been home since June after all.
I think today is the day. I will grab a shower after this and a shave/haircut and head into to work to set the ball rolling for my return to the real world. My leave slip saw me through 'til late March but I think that I have had enough. I am thinking maybe the second week of January would be good....after all ...the seasons closed,...most the other rivers are locked up...and really ...what the hell else are you going to do....fish the outflows every day?
...I would rather look for bad guys.....and grab some OT $$.
;o)
So off we go yesterday through a blinding snowstorm in winds that threaten to flip the car...and temps that freeze the snot to your whiskers ala glazed doughnut...
The walk through the woods was gorgeous and would've been worth the trip alone....except we had our fishing rods ...which had us crossing the fine line from admirable outdoor enthusiasts to fucking meatheads...
:o/
The river was frozen...go figure.
Water freezes at the Big 0 so it only makes sense that at -13 all things riparian are less then friendly.
Oh Well...(I have been typing that a lot lately)
On the way home we stopped at Aunt Gussies where I lobbed one in to Morin by ordering Eggs Benedict.
Apparently I am gay because I like eggs benedict...which is strange because it is one fluffy dish that embraces the redneck.
The sauce is almost pure butter death and there are enough egg yellows in it to drop a Rhino....I even ordered a side of bacon to ease the tension.
lol
Oh well...I really wanted a beer to wash it down but I figured the milkshakes with the hairy eyeballs would have called the police.



I just heard my condensate pump kick on and I am filled with pride...maybe there is hope for me yet?

BTW...I have a foul mouth....and I am sure that at some point BLOGGER is going to catch up with me and give me the sack. Whatever.
I read a qoute once from Kurt Vonnegut that went something to the effect of "Profanity gives people an excuse not to listen to you".....
Fuck him.
Here is the thing about Blogger and I will try to be as sincere as anybody can be with themselves or others.


I do this for myself. It is my fishing journal. I share here because I enjoy reading other Blogs and this is my offering. Generally I am a miserable cunt and fishing is a way of calming my restless soul and offering me a respite from a stressful life. I've read a ton of books that I have enjoyed and probably barely understood but I don't pretend to be wicked smart. I cannot spell and my gramm'e'r is terrible. My thoughts are hackneyed and cliche. ....But I will continue with this. It provides me with something. It is not a place for me to brag about fishing ....trust me...I am useless out there. Yesterday I made four casts and had to retie twice...once pulling my line from a tree.
Here is the thing...some of you guys I know..some I don't..you are all welcome here but friends and strangers be advised,
I am not about to start policing comments like some sort of Draconian Blogger NAZI..
Feel free to attack each other all you want...I don't give a shit.
This doesn't mean that I endorse any of it but the thing is ...we are men...silly men....but men.
I take shots at everyone, in jest for the most part, but it was my hope that the latest round of pugnacity was more about the friendly jab?
If not ...so be it.


I am not Dad (at least not here) and the boys can work it out on their own....
..But allow me to say just this one thing.

It's Christmas.....
for christs sake.

Friday, December 05, 2008

A Face Only A Mother Could Love..

I suppose I could be talking about Morin....
Greg got me thinking about some of the uglier fish that I have caught over the years so I thought that I could dedicate a post to those unfortunate little fishys that are breathtaking in a whole nother direction..
8O/

Here is a Brown Trout from NY that stopped growing!!
Nice colour but WTF?
lol
If my memory serves me right (and it seldom does...I mean lets face it I am a fisherman)..Morin caught one that was picture perfect just before this abomination hit the beach.
That is just about Par for the course..

Here is a great example of the kind of sport created by our local hatchery.
I picked this thing off at the Outflows a few winters back.
At the time I was so stir crazy that anything with fins was beautiful to me...and that is how it should be really.
It is like setting up on a wet blanket most of the time with these beauties.
If you can pick up a pellet head that has been swimming all summer in the pond outside the hacthery before it dies of starvation out in the Lake ,you have a legit chance at a 20+lb fish...if you can call it that.
The club keeps them around for PR sake and the soccer moms will lob pellets in to them all summer long only to have them released to 'wild' in the fall....lol

This fish was caught few years back when the river saw a weird run of hatchery uglies... I don't know what was up with the gills.
I do remember distinctly releasing this fish only to catch the same fish again on the next drift...not too bright

I have no idea what this thing is....and the fish is kind of ugly too.
Gotta love cape Croker..
Oy..

Thought this post would be a good idea to bring some levity to what has been at times a rather frustrating season....might be cool to follow up with a post of dimes
...but for that I would probably have to borrow some of Brians photos.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Everybody and Their Brother...


I slept in a bit this morning.
Had a case of the Lazys..whatever.

I didn't expect too many people on the river today anyway...after all, twas a bit frosty and it was also midweek in the second deer hunt.

Turns out I didn't need to worry too much about getting shot unless it happened to be a through 'n through

I have never seen the river so busy...it was just beyond belief. I don't think that I fished anything but second water all day...oh...and I just love that. The great thing was that it didn't look like it was just today either. The place was trampled.



Ah well.

Oddly enough it didn't send me over the edge. Most of the people I ran into were surprisingly decent.



A couple of meathunting shitrats here and there but it wasn't like walking into an abattoir. I have seen that act before and I don't care to see it again.

Tough fishing with that much pressure. I had some Neophytes saddle up next to me at one point and completely screw up a piece of water. They might as well've been throwing rocks into the water. Frustrating...but even that might've saved lives.lol



Oh well close but no cigar. Water looked good....looked good to all fifty of us.
:o/
I was flying solo on this trip and kind of glad that Morin missed this shit.
He would've blown a gasket.