Wednesday, May 6, 2015
The gentlemen anglers - suitably well-dressed for dry fly men - have lunch in 1900.
I sent my mother-in-law a Zingerman's rueben sandwich kit for Mother's Day. The Amber Liquid guys will probably be appalled (Zingerman's holds little cache with adopted locals. I think they've been spoiled by other US locations where good food abounds. It doesn't abound in very many places. Certainly, quality deli treats do not).
Amber liquid guys don't read this blog, anyway. They're living the life of adventure - which means they don't dream of fish at night as I do. I dream of other things too, but fly fishing is the nice part and I don't wake my wife when dreaming of it.
Sending the gift to Marion got me thinking about shore lunch.
Now, I'm fortunate in that my guides have fed well despite mixed encounters.
Mostly my guide problem stems from either not being prepared for the technical job at hand (bonefishing) or not wanting a new best friend (too numerous to count). I don't go fly fishing to have discourse about, well - anything. I'll take direction but I'm not wanting to play 20 questions and that's now (I am much more mellow now than say twenty years back).
All my guides have been good field cooks. Some qualify as amazing cooks. I personally have never had a bad guide cooked meal.
I almost foundered at the Hideway Lodge in Emo, Ontario a few years back prior to a flight out. Wow. What a breakfast. (Special order. I think our pike/walleye crew have used that card.).
Lunch I make myself when fishing for trout tends to be cold and sparse. Maybe ham and cheese. Most likely some jerky and something else (survival ration?).
I'm going to change that this year. I might not have hot, but I'm going to have good.
Corned beef and swiss sounds pretty good. I like dry sandwiches for travel. I might have to go wet by separating the contents and doing field assembly. There's and idea.
I really want to get a solo stove and do a sausage-and-pepper-and-onion in pita type feast. [ link at right].
I'm trying to beat the gear-whore curse.
I bet fishing partners might be easier to tear away from whatever family obligation they have going with such a treat, though.
I'm going to think on this shore lunch business for trout.
Why should walleye guys have all the glory (and fried fish)?