Thursday, November 16, 2017
Brook Trout of Unusual Size (B.T.O.U.S.)
R.O.U.S. => rodents of unusual size from The Princess Bride published in 1973 by Harcout Brace as written by William Goldman.
A buddy I'm going fishing with casually sentd me a picture of a 17" brookie this morning. Just another fish caught. Meh. [ Let's clarify: he's not a recreational angler. You'd say he was squarely in the "commercial" category.]
Of course, like most of you I had to wait until I had my glasses, a proper monitor, and a couple cups of coffee to look at the snap.
It's a fish. You've seen them before.
The thing is, we get stuck on size as anglers. We drool over large fish.
I don't give a damn when I'm actually fishing if it is a 4" brookie or a 16" brown. I'm delighted for action.
When pictures come out, it is as if I'm in fifth grade and found a Playboy [ okay, it was the interview with Jimmy Carter issue. They were everywhere]. Only then, I knew those girls didn't actually exist.
Show me a picture of a 24" brown out of a drainage canal and I believe I can go right out here to the ditch and get one myself.
It's a size thing. Pictures of big fish turn something off in our brains. Mostly, they turn off the spending control part of the amygdala.
I stopped by the fly shop today and made a payment on something beautiful. Useful; but, beautiful. It doesn't hurt that I just love Dirk and Lauren at my local shop. Great people. Friends.
I found out we're going back to the Driftless this year. Two trips. I'm going in the May run. Could use the outing. Hope Dr. Don can make it, too. And Jim. Be great if Jim can come.
I am definitely putting together a camping group on the Black river for opener. Several folks are interested either in camping or coming by for morning breakfast before heading out.
Makes me very happy.
Biscuits and gravy. Hot coffee. I'll probably cook both on a gas stove this year just so I can create a bigger warming fire without burning the grub. We'll need a good warming fire.
I could use a new gas stove for groups, anyway.
Something about turning the knob under a big coffee pot and starting the warming-fire when everyone else is still in their bags makes me feel good. I like the smell of a fire in the morning and the radiant warmth of the first hot cup of coffee. I have plenty of wool and down. I'm good for fire-lighting duty.
It's going to be a great opener. Yes, it is six months away.
I've got trout excitement bad. Watch out, it's catchy.