Tuesday, June 9, 2015
My favorite trout dash lies about three hours from my door. This isn't bad; but, when the fishing is in the evening it can make for a haul to get home.
Thus, I am increasingly drawn to trout camping.
I like tents. I like them a great deal. There is something very wrong with me.
I like everything about camping even the occasional wet socks ( in the days when my self-crafted tarp footprints extended beyond the boarder of my tent).
I've found a nice 3-man tent that is light enough to pack for as long as I'll pack gear these days which is about 5 miles, really. My days of heavy hauling for distances are long gone. I'd rather camp and dash off with a small bug-out day-bag than pack the whole pile of accouterments for very far.
Luckily, there is some wonderful gear available. The chance to dash in an early afternoon, fish the evening, have a little late night supper, and sleep for a few hours before heading home in the morning really appeals to me.
I'll let you know how it goes. A solo stove, a Marmot 3P Tungsten tent, a mossy coleman bag, the small cooler soft-side lunch-bag, a five gallon mini-bull of water slung on a stick.
I'll even drink instant starbucks in the field.
Who am I kidding?
I like cowboy coffee just fine and make a damn fine cup of it.
That sound you hear is not a bear. It's a contented fly fisherman snoring under the stars on a trout dash.
It's summer. Don't waste it.
There aren't too many left.