A fishing trip. A thing all anglers eventually go on. Whether it be a 5 day excursion to Montana, a week in Belize, a few days in Alaska, or just a quick trip down the creek in the back yard. We all go on fishing trips. Some guided, some self lead, others for discovery, some for healing, friendship, solo time, a way to cut loose, unplug, or plug in and check out. We go fishing for various reasons.
These days I fish for fun. It is rare I get to go fish for extended periods of time and what I define as fishing for me may look a lot like boat rowing with a few casts interspersed. I fish water I like, fish I see, drifts I want fish to eat from. I see areas and want to see if I can decipher the puzzle. Can I become a part of that bubble line for a split second? Will it be long enough to trick or entice the creatures lurking within? What answer will it yield? I look for things on water that make my mind think like that…then I want to fish it.
I think less on the fishing of the trip and more on the overarching vibe and feel of the trip. Fish are secondary these days. The windy backroads through the Mustard Grass as the sun sets. The smell of the trees as we venture further up into the mountains. The looks from my partner as we get closer to our destination. The familiar faces and sounds of the little riverside town that everyone remembers me in. The campfire scents, the waves from fellow anglers, the taste of a beer after a good fish is landed. The trip is more than just fish.
The fish from trips these days are of course awesome and amazing encounters. But a lot of them are kept to those that were there on trips these days. My work is fishing, rowing, content, reports, emails, photos, text messages, and the last thing I want to do is be on that kind of grind when I fish for myself. So less pictures these days, more time in the moment. Dissecting how that fish ate, why this fish didn’t get landed, can we make this happen in this kind of water? Fish on trips for me are more about what can we accomplish in the space and less about the fish getting landed. I like landing fish still, but sometimes you just want to see if you can delve into that river world in fun an interesting ways just to see what happens. This trip we had lots of those. Like the large trout I saw feed and then was able to recreate the drift 20 minutes later and trick it. Playing it on 5x to the boat at anchor wasn’t the goal, just to see if I could get that fish to do the same thing I saw him do naturally.
Or throwing a reversal with the boat in one of our favorite bends and my partner hucking steamers back upstream into heavy current gettting the same giant cutty to slam the thing twice. Didn’t land it, which would have been cool, but being able to get the biggest nastiest fish in there to hunt and kill a fly was the goal. Or when we forgot our rain gear, it decided to dump for an hour and half and we made a riverside fire under a big fir tree and waited it out while everyone else floated by in the suck. The vibes were immaculate, when the rain quit, we were dry, warm, and the river was ours. Big fish came out to play and we were the only ones around. Things like that are what I take from fishing trips these day. Not the fish landed.
Spending time with my partner as she explores, discovers and improves her angling skills. The two of us learning and teaching each other. The random people coming up to us in camp to talk trout, or old friends that swing by because they too are on a fishing trip. The total and complete lack of technology while fishing. No service, no notifications, no one to text or email. Just quiet simplicity. These days that the main goal of my fishing trips. Quiet simplicity on a trouty river, with my dog and partner, unplugged from the world, and in tune with reality.
See ya riverside anglers.
Enjoy the Fishing Trips.
Tamarack