Its safe to say I can’t control my fishing habits at times. Fall time would be one of them. While I had full intentions of waking up in camp this morning, brewing coffee for Granny and I then enjoying the drive home, it didn’t happen. Instead the sky was blue and the sun felt warm as it poked its way through the trees. At least an hour after sunrise it did. Then Granny and I drove to a nearby river for a couple hours of wading.
I caught one fish. It was a nice chunker of a pike probably around 28”. He hit so hard and his wake raised the water column enough I thought the attack was from a musky but no such luck. Nonetheless – no blank on a stunning fall morning.
Every day of fishing provides some sort of treat beyond the fishing itself. Today we encountered this friendly little porcupine. Its our first baby porcupine sighting ever. An absolutely adorable fellow.
Ok – back to work!