Derby Saturday turned out much more pleasant than the forecasters had led us to believe. The forecast called for steady rain all day long, but, the only rain I encountered was on the way to the river.
Today was a pleasure for me because I finally got to fish with Van Stacey. Van and I didn't get to the wilderness area until around 8 o'clock and began working our way up. Van would pick up a fish here and there and I was culling the smaller fish.
By the time we got to the wilderness Chris "The Machine" Adams was probably about through fishing. As a matter of fact he told me that he had to wait until his nephew Matthew caught up with him. Imagine that.
Chris and Matthew fish a honey hole if you will and if I'm doing the math right the two of them pulled 17 pounds of trout out of that one hole. Not bad for a short morning on the water.
I wouldn't get to this honey hole until probably 11 'o clock. There was still some fish left remarkably and I would get three fairly nice trout to hand. I suffered heartbreak twice while I was there losing two really nice trout - two pounds or better.
About thirty minutes before hitting that honey hole I took a rather significant fall into the river. Even though I had that walking/wading staff that Charlie made me, it's not going to help a guy who doesn't have the sense to not hop from a flat rock to a bevel shaped rock.
I went down in the river up to the chest, bummed the elbow up, and cut the hand. It was about that time, I think, that I told myself a beer should would taste good. But... I didn't have one.
Ending up with close to seven pounds of trout I weighed them in and headed for the prairie home where an Epsom salt soak was surely awaiting me.
Soon as I weighed in it began to rain so that was all the more reason to not stay for the ceremonies.
Tomorrow is derby Sunday and a brand new day.