First week of January, I havent been out to fish for way to long. My mind is already drifting to the thought of headless herring and Shortbus Flashers twirling in the off colored water of the Willamette and Columbia rivers.
What I wouldnt give for the low idle of the kicker motor in my hand, rod and reel in the other. The slow methodical release of the line as it slowly slips toward the bottom of the river. The light tapping of the lead just skimming inches from the bottom of the river bed following the contours but always searching for that ever reliable bump.
I wont use the rod holder for weeks into the season, I live for the extra tap on the line, the sudden plunge of the rod tip. The subtle bend in the rod as the tip slowly gets closer to the surface of the water. Electricity in the air, the dog actually takes notice that something is about to happen…. the rod tip dances with life at the end of the line and an full swing of the rod in hope of driving the hook home and what we all live for…. The first mighty head shake of the season!
Yep, were getting closer…..
Photo courtesy of Lytle Charters
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