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It’s June and that means fishing season is in full swing and there’s really not any better place to fish than the lakes and rivers around the Inland Northwest.
While my husband is musing about what’s hatching right now and whether it’s in the larval or pupae stage and if, oh if, he has a fly that looks just like whatever that wiggling little snippet of a bug might look like… I just have to shake my head and chuckle. Now don’t get me wrong, I do LOVE to fish. In fact, I’m the one who bought him that fly pole last Father’s Day just so we’d go fishing more. I even signed us up for a weekend class at Silver Bow Fly Shop to learn the basics. My husband was instantly hooked.
I had my first fishing pole when I was three. And from the beginning, my mother insisted we bait our own hooks. I’ve dug, hooked up and drowned more than my fair share of worms. But give me a Mepp’s Thunderbug® and my Shakespeare Ugly Stik® and I’m one happy girl. See, I mostly go fishing in rivers and streams (the Spokane region is full of awesome rivers with huge trout!) and my ultra light setup allows me to cast into even the tiniest of places. Secondly, we most often paddle and fish from our kayaks. My teensy pole sneaks right into the bungee on the front of my boat.
Now it’s a waiting game for the waters to recede from spring runoff. And I’m thinking of the Bull River, where I’ve lost my record for catching the biggest cutthroat in the great marital fish-off. My sweetie actually got a little choked when he had to throw back that 23 incher last summer. And maybe that’s why he keeps trying to convince me that if I’m not fly fishing, I’m somehow missing out. But as you can see, fly fishers mostly catch and release. I like to eat my trout, thanks. And yes, I gut and filet for both of us.
Why? Because the best part of fishing also usually means we’re camping, and he’ll always build the fire and open the wine.
I'm certainly ready for some fishing!
On June 19, 2013 at 12:00 AM Amanda wrote: