After a great day of fishing like I had on Saturday (see post Clear Creek 10-26-13), you get back to work and soon figure out that is just isn't enough. Sometimes you just need more. You need to get enough.
So come lunch time Monday, I went to lunch with my co-worker and explained to her that one of my better bosses once told me that it's good to get away while your at work. Put everything down, and go to lunch. Get away and just forget about it for a bit.
So we did. I suggested driving down the hill and sitting next to the river for lunch today and she agreed. Once down there, we ate, and once I finished I asked her what time it was. 12:42 she said. I looked at the river. What a beautiful flow. I thought I probably shouldn't.
I then saw a mayfly land on the surface. I thought I probably better. Fish for 15 minutes, should be enough right?
What time is it I asked. 12:44 she said. I went to the back of my truck to see what gear I did have, knowing that the mother lode was at home. I looked around. One fly rod, six flies (most with tippet attached) and that was it.
Should be enough.
I tied on a stimulator and then a zebra midge and a Peacock LZ prince. What time is it I said. 12:49 she replied. 15 minutes and lunch was over.
Should be enough.
I was casting for about five minutes and I got a bite. Missed it, but got a bite. Kept casting. Nothing. Cast some more. More nothing.
I asked her what time it was. 1:02 she said. 2 minutes to go.
Should be enough.
I looked downstream at her and said watch this. I cast a couple more times and there it was. Took that stimmy right under. I started to look downstream to pat myself on the back and noticed that I was standing in the river. Usually, that is the goal in life; stand in the river. Well when you don't have waders and have to return to work, that is not the goal.
My co-worker came running over, laughing at me and trying to see my trout. I made land fall again and then landed my trout. A full-on post spawn male brooky with the most vivid colors. He went for the LZ. I showed him to my friend, and then released him on his way. That was just what I needed. A nice lunch time trout. A break away from the grind.
What time is it I asked for the last time. 1:04 she replied. Right on time.
I returned to work with soaked pants up to my lower thighs and was slightly wet for the next two hours, my shoes for at least four.
Work??? Nah. I call that a great day of fishing for 15 minutes in between something else.
It was only 15 minutes, but today, it was just enough.
Just enough.
Tight Lines
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