Saturday, October 27, 2012
I really like tenkara fishing (either method or with the equipment). In fact, I would say that 99% of my fresh water fishing is exclusively tenkara related. However, today I decided to go "old school", at least for me. I first learned to fish when I was about 5 or 6 when my Dad taught me. Back then fishing meant going to a local lake for pickerel, perch, bass, catfish or panfish. It also meant using a worm or a good 'ole Mepps spinner.
I have fond memories when I look back on those days. I can distinctly remember after my Dad coming home from work quickly finishing dinner and heading down to this one old guys house to pick up a big Styrofoam cup full of night crawlers and then heading off to Chadwick Lake. Today....I just felt like using some worms, catching some trout and spending some time outdoors (before Sandy gets here). By the end of the trip I had my trout and felt like I was a kid again.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
|A woods road on an autumn day|
|The Peterskill above Awosting Falls|
|A golden crowned kinglet|
|"Chatter marks" left by a glacier from 10,000 years ago can definitely give someone a deep sense of time.|
|Awosting Falls, Minnewaska State Park Preserve|
Monday, October 15, 2012
At this time of year, the completion to the title of this post could be any one of a number of things. For instance, anyone with a botanical background will not want to miss the last of any flowers that might be in bloom or the brevity of the autumn colors. Or the anyone with a particular interest in our feathered friends will want to catch the final glimpses of any birds on their way to warmer climates. For those of in New York....it means last call for trout fishing across most of the state. I haven't had a whole lot of opportunities to fish in the last few weeks and this past weekend I decided that the season wouldn't slip by with out one more quick trip to a favorite place.
|My first catch of the day|
All of these brookies were caught on a #10 Killer Bug (including the little guy...which was pretty ambitious if you ask me). This was not the most memorable or productive trip I have ever had but I got my last "fishing fix" on a wild trout stream for the season. Bottom line, it was good to get out and leave the stress of the week behind and spend time with my family. In the end that's what matters most.
|The girls enjoying a cider donut|