Fly Fishing Withdrawal
by Tim Loomis
It's been almost a month since my last fishing trip. My dreams are frequented by the ghosts of trout landed in the past. My concentration during work is interrupted by fantasies of fishing trips of the future. My wife complains that I wake her up during the night with my arms flailing in the air while I'm mumbling something about - "gish gone". Must have been that 20 pounder I landed in my dreams while fishing the Mattole. "Gish gone" would have been me screaming "Fish On!"
So, this is my life going through the dreaded - "fly fishing withdrawal".
Where is the rain that fills our rivers and allows the fish to make their spawn run? How long must I wait? Looking at my calendar I notice that I've circled Saturday the 20th. Saved!!!! I'm saved! It's the annual fundraiser where I can hobnob with my compadres and retell epic fibs of all the humongous fish that I have landed this past year. Well, it will have to do until it rains or March 18th, whichever comes first.
See you this Saturday night at the Elks and don't forget to ask about the 20 pound steelehead I landed on the Mattole.
Gish Gone...er Fish On!