Short TR of a short trip

FINALLY, I wet a line.

Blustery, cold, swirling winds -- oh ya, nice day.

I wanted steelhead, Grand River steelhead. We've had lots of rain,
pouring, buckets, cats & dogs, lighting storms waking me up,
torrential downpours, so me figures that water levels would be high.
I prepare -- big, fat waters needs big, fat rod with big, fat line for
throwing big, fat flies. Bring little rod in case the big, fat water
is too fat and the Credit becomes the destination of choice. In the
trunk goes a 14'6" - 10 wt. and 12'4" - 8/9 wt.

Parking lot not crowded (it's tiny so it's easy to crowd) and only two
guys fishing. Uh Oh, low water. Where did all the water go? Anyway,
string up the 10 wt. and head for the main current.

The wind, did I tell you about the wind? It must be female today
because it couldn't make up it's mind. Upstream, downstream, in my
face, off my casting shoulder (either one), blowing hard, barely
blowing. AAACCCKKK! Just when I'd set up off the right, the D-Loop
is blown into me, set up on the left and the same thing. Which way?

Did I say that I had a big, fat rod? Well. sweeping line with a big
fat rod when the wind is blowing hard against it, beats a Bowflex for
making muscle. I decide that the little rod will be better.

Surprise, it's a bit too little, and I can't get the distance I'd like
in the wind. Plus the crappy Windcutter line won't turn over half the
time. After a futile half-an-hour, a mammoth gust blows the entire
kit 'n' kaboodle right in my face in mid sweep. Hogtied! I quit
(after untying myself).

Oh ya . . . no fish.

Shoulda stayed in bed . . .

Peter

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