It was January 2012. It was a new year with new fishing stories to live. We each got a pair of waders for Christmas/Dad's Birthday and were ready to get out and play with our new toys.
Our first attempt took us to Beaver Creek, which is growing to be one of my favorite places to fish in our area. We were both skeptical but our longing to fish overcame the skepticism. After looking back, we have never fished this early in the season. The air was brisk but extremely refreshing. It was great to enjoy the outdoors in January wading through a stream hunting for docile small mouths.
We threw everything we had at them, but fell short. The creek was high and fast and hard to get comfortable action on the lures. No fish? It didn't matter. We broke in our waders and got to enjoy the afternoon in the beautiful outdoors.
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Scared Racoon |
Our second trip began with a lot more confidence than our last trip. Tomblinson Run Creek was stocked. Not since last spring have we fished for trout. And not since last spring have we both had so much fun catching a fish we haven't caught for years. Last year I really began to appreciate what fishing can do for you and I feel like trout capture than more than any other fish. It's not fishing in a field or fishing at a lake. You are knee deep in water wading through the outdoors to find a fish that seems more in tune with nature than any other fish we catch. We were both very happy to finally get back to that pursuit.
The first thing I noticed was the snow; we have never fished with snow on the ground. It made me happy. It's nice to make new tracks every once in awhile.
My Dad took the upper creek as I wandered down through the bottom. We both fished many great holes but were unable to reel any in. As I was walking back to my Dad, he actually found me first. I asked him and he asked me if I caught any. We both said no. It was funny because it wasn't a disappointing no but a very happy no. A no that showed it was a great time catching nothing this time but next time, it would be a very different story.