River Report - May 24, 2018
First - because it's so needed - let's start with the report!
The bugs are good. The fish are good. Things are good. Although the spring had a lagging start, and we were shoveling out of a few feet of snow just over a month ago, things have finally fallen into rhythm. Hatches are a little backed up, but seem to be less so the closer you are to the bridge. There is a certain uncertainty with Michigan spring... the weather doesn't always cooperate, and it can definitely throw a loop in the mix. However, when it does, the certainty of the earth slowly tilting on its axis a little closer to the sun each day keeps those bugs close to their norm each year, and when the weather cooperates, as it has the last week or so, things can be darnright phenomenal.
Hendricksons did their thing, and are still around in a few places, giving way to the spring buffet. Sulphurs, mahoganies, yellow sallies, olive stones, pseudos, borchers drakes, and the like all are getting their groove on and can make for some great, albeit sometimes frustrating evenings.
This is the time to be a dry fly angler in Michigan - get out and enjoy it! Plus, it's a holiday weekend - you have no excuses...get to the river.
Now, onto the chit chat...
I've strugged with trying to find something to write about these last few weeks - and for those of you looking for a report, I appreciate your patience. As some of you know, I've been dealing with some health issues, and although I'm not currently under any doctor-directed restrictions - which allows me to keep taking sports fishing, I have had to put focus on more pressing issues than writing a somewhat-necessary river report.
People often ask me why I do what I do. I could say something like "I love to take people fishing" or something to that extent, and although that's absolutely true, I'm not sure that begins to cover it. The last 2 months have really made me dig into things a little more... and the last couple weeks on the river have really solidified those ponderings. Honestly, I don't know why I do what I do. There are things I like about my career choice; there are things I love.
But to answer the question as to WHY I do it, I don't know if I have a clear answer for you. What I do know is this... When I am on the river, I am home. When I am geeking out with new staff and new guests in the fly shop, I am home. When tiny yellow and mahogany mayflies are dancing above me - the small trout eagerly taking an opportunity when presented, and the larger fish delicately and deliberatly making their darwinistic calculated movement - I am home. When I am floating down a piece of water - watching the fluid motion of the water running only one way...only forward...I am home. When I have the opportunity to share that with someone else, whether it be someone experiencing the magic of a mayfly hatch for the first time, or a veteran angler with a childish grin during a spinner flight... I. Am. Home. I have a wonderful fiance, friends and family that just get me. They know this is what makes me tick - and in the literal sense of my current "condition" - all of those things do seem to dull the discomfort. Although that tick may still beat out of place a few times here and there... the river and trout do, quite literally, keep me ticking.
There is a certain uncertainty with spring insect hatches, as well as our personal well-being...although we have a pretty good idea of the certain "normal", an April 4-foot snowstorm or cardiac arrythmia can really throw some uncertainty in the mix. BUT...even though I'm not quite sure I know WHY I do what I do... there isn't much of anything, just like those spring hatches, that will keep me from doing my thing.