Otherwise known as "cabin fever." It can drive a man to do strange and terrible things...
Even worse, it not just the Little Voices® talking to me these days. Now I can hear my fly rods whispering to me from across the room as I fall asleep at night!
Monday, January 2, 2017
How am I gonna get down there?
Normally, I have some difficulty motivating myself to explore new angling water. I know why I came here, to a place I've never seen. I wanted solitude and a chance to catch native cutthroats in unspoiled waters. With no idea of what awaited me, I drove three hours on some of the most intimidating dirt roads I've ever seen. I parked the truck, geared up, and started hiking. What had I gotten myself into? The only other part of the plan was for Mrs. Fading Angler to call the sheriff's office if I wasn't back by midnight. Everything else was that delusional force that drives anglers of all types: hope.