When one walks the river,you hear many chats about . I have run into guys from the past days of river fishing,but never have I knew them nor their names. I would just ear drop and hear things. You know, we caught this there and here, oh you should of seen the one I got last week.
This one conversation this morning had me listening. I even stopped drifting to hear this. I just stood there in the water, lit up a cigar and listened. My gawd,the story they were telling made me so thankful I no longer fish these areas they were talking about. During one part of their talk,I piped up.
Seems it has got to the point where fishing in the southern tribs has gotten worse since the 80,s. I mentioned the clay banks at ErinDale. Oh the conversation got good. The younger fellas had some good stories. Back when I fished it,it was probly 20 or so guys shoulder to shoulder and everyone got along. Mostly cuz we were all regulars. Now,it,s 40-70 guys. There are even threats and fistacuffs. WOW UNREAL
The older fella and I, had a good chat about another river system down that way. We both remembered many things from back in the day. It was good to share the old times. We pretty much fished the same stretches.
I told him since I moved up here,I have never even thought about heading down there to fish. Funny thing,he moved up here as well and said the same thing. We are starting to get the crowds up here now, but when the cold sets in,the numbers lower greatly. Also I have spots to get away from them,so have ater.
Shame that it has gotten to this on the river.
Thought I would share my sorta feel good back in the day chat.
BTW, it was -1 this morning for about 2 hours on the river. Didn't reach +4 til 11 am. 1 shaker hook up ,a jump and spit. It,s a start.