Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves Seem to form a golden canopy over the tracks and the little bit of remaining light makes the scene glow. There are no paints, tints or sprays that can make this spot look the same. It is a surrealistic place. The rail tracks come from around a bend, shoot straight a small distance and turn to disappear , almost making it like an artist’s scene.  The roadway follows the tracks and the tracks follow the stream, as do I. The same leaves cover the track bed and the path next to the stream and it looks like someone has spent some great amount of time in decorating this to look exactly right. And in a sense, someone has.  For whatever reason, nature has provided the canvas and the weather is of course the brush,  and mixed with time, it conspires to show you a scene that you will recall for many years to come. One of those pictures in the heart that gives a tug each time you recall it…..
  The stream flows so quietly that it looks motionless for much of the length that I can see.  Almost every nook and cranny that can hold a red or gold leaf does, exactly like the snow that is yet come this season. The heart of winter has yet to visit, and there are still some good days to be lived this season, but Old Man Winter will come soon.
  I stand quietly, part of me thinking that the light as well as the time is fading and I should not be squandering either, but the other part of me knows that this could never be a waste.  Indeed, it adds to the bounty that I already have. I have yet to set foot into the stream, but I am able to see my line unrolling across this wide pool below me and laying quietly across the unseen current, its length somehow connecting me to the water and the fish and, well… I guess, everything.
  Much of the time I cannot help but to dissect the watery habitat, looking for the most likely places that a fish might lay. I know the fish wants rest, food and cover. It is second nature to do this, but I cannot say if it is something that I have taught myself or if it is connected to “mankind as a predator”. But it does happen… and it happens without conscious thought.  And as I ponder this I realize that sometimes I take from the stream, and sometimes I simply take the stream itself.
  There are times, like this one, that being here is enough. Fishing should not be about the numbers, and there are rare times that it is not even about the fishing.  The river can cleanse you, but you must allow it to do so…..

J. Morgan Jones

Posted by Jack on 10/15 at 10:50 AM in (0) CommentsPermalink

What 7’ of water looks like

Here are some before and after shots of the flooding we just had. All in all, this river came up just about 9’ from where it was before the flood. Luckly everything is pretty much back in shape and fishing great.

Posted by Jack on 10/07 at 10:14 AM in (0) CommentsPermalink
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