Usually at this time of year, I’m one of these guys—hip deep in 58-degree water—but not this year. This year, I hit Fisherman’s Paradise via Houserville road—rolling through the ess curves that hug Spring Creek. The trout can wait.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Trout? What Trout?
The bike started. The weather has moved from dismal to passable. I’m on the road. It’s a week before tout season, and I’m more concerned with road conditions and wind chill. This is not me in spring.
Usually at this time of year, I’m one of these guys—hip deep in 58-degree water—but not this year. This year, I hit Fisherman’s Paradise via Houserville road—rolling through the ess curves that hug Spring Creek. The trout can wait.
Usually at this time of year, I’m one of these guys—hip deep in 58-degree water—but not this year. This year, I hit Fisherman’s Paradise via Houserville road—rolling through the ess curves that hug Spring Creek. The trout can wait.
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My friend Paul wants to borrow my canoe to go down Spring Creek this weekend. I suggested it may not be the best of times though he seems indifferent to the needs of the trout men and women.
Saturday shows warm weather with rain tapering off. It may be a fine morning to ride...
Steve Williams
Scooter in the Sticks
Great post thankyyou
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