ColdWaterFshr

Forgive my improper thread placement as my memory betrays me yet again . . . . yes, I do recall that now . . . . . . though technically this is still "cooking", and not yet brewing . . . . at least not till I pitch the San Diego Super Strain yeast here in a minute. It smells wonderful.

Imperial Raspberry Wheat with homegrown hops.

Very witty, Net Boi! Find that on the Net I Bet? 🤪

pretty bright here in Ballwin a half hour ago

Yeah, its very low. Didn't do much rowing at all, but we weren't in any hurry.

Enjoyable day out on the water yesterday chasing some bronze against a backdrop of burnished amber and gold. Didn’t catch a lot of fish, but enough to keep things interesting. My buddies new drifter is super sweet.

Very sorry to hear this about your son, Ollie.

Same here. Never once have I fished soft hackles. That looks like a giant one.

My middle daughter, age 23, is halfway through an accelerated nursing program in downtown St. Louis. She came home today saying she had a tough day at work, and I replied that I did too . . . .but it didn't compare. She said she was assigned a patient today who intentionally laid his arm across a train track, up to the armpit, and let it be severed. He brought the severed arm with him into the hospital a few days ago and is recovering. She accompanied him to a group mental health therapy session where some artist came in with his guitar and played Bob Dylan songs, which he seemed to enjoy as if nothing had happened. I'm sure much worse is ahead for her in the years to come. So much incomprehensible suffering, and I worry about her own mental health in dealing with it.

I think Roaring River was my first real fishing trip.. Not sure if that was my first fish catching experience or not. Possibly my first fish ever caught was a bluegill at one of the lakes at Southern Hills subdivision in Springfield around 1976. A small chunk of hot dog under a red and white plastic bobber. This later led to many early morning expeditions at Lake Springfield, Fellows Lake, Lake McDaniel, Taneycomo, and Stockton lakes. Zebco 202's progressed to 404's. Then Daiwa ultralight spinning rod combo's. Was really impressed with Shakespeare Ugly Stick and its unbreakableness . . . until I fished with a Fenwick graphic rod mated to a Browning Mitchell and later a Shimano Cardinal spinning reel. Trout and crappie were the first obsessions. Largemouth, smallmouth, and walleye all came later.

Tell us more about this girl. Is she pretty? If so, you should at least take an interest in learning about them machines. But then you run the risk that your wife might pick up on this phony interest of yours and get jealous which could lead to unintended consequences. Yeah, probably better to stay in the man cave.

Brown to Blue, please pardon me this detour on such a fine occasion for a day of dual enjoyment of a magnificent Brown and the mighty Blue (Angels). I went into a reverie, though of different meanings. One of my favorite songs.....

Hella nice fish. Congratulations. Would love to fish with you sometime to learn your tactics, corn chumming and such. Seriously though, kudos. That’s a tank.

So in summary, you paid a guide for the use of his livescope, and to catch these very average fish from docks and deep water, in places you already know, using nightcrawlers while watching on a video screen and teaching yourself to wait for the hook set from said video screen. Ouch. This sounds like a confessional more than a report. Say 3 hail Mary’s and go forth and sin no more.

Fond memories of the Ozark Empire Fair from a very young age. Dad worked at Paul Mueller Co and their dairy tanks were always on display near the entrance. That was my first prideful memory of Dads line of work when I saw those tanks at the fair. But my mind was more on the rides, the funhouse and roller coaster and the A&W root beer in those mini jugs, and also extreme curiosity in a different type of jugs, you know the ones,,,,barely contained in the fashion of the time, tube tops. And the smells….of livestock mixed in with corn dogs and funnel cakes, and the general suspicion that hung in the air that everything was a rip-off and a hustle.

Nice report. How do you like that Orvis Superfine?

Thanks, Snagged. I was too lazy to google it, but I just did. Severe gastrointestinal pain and diarrhea. Nice.

What kind of mushroom is this? Is it edible?

When you say "according to the state" . . . is that printed somewhere?

My older sister has a cabin at Lindenlure which i have stayed at a few times in the last 3 or 4 years. The problems with the party crowd and the public access BELOW the dam and the drug use and litter has been going on for decades. Above the dam is private property, both sides of the river for quite a ways. Johnny Morris owns most of the south side at the lake which is undeveloped and hopefully stays that way. I fished above the lake in high school several times knowing that I was trespassing. Getting there in my rusted out 66 VW bug. Have painful memories of hiking through the stinging nettles to get to the creek and the refreshing joy of the cool water as relief. There is a low slab bridge that I think you could put in at, a couple miles above where the lake starts, but probably couldn't leave a car there. And its skinny water most of the time. You would have to carry a boat over the dam which isn't a big deal, maybe 5-6 feet? I don't think any Lindenlure property owners would give you trouble, as long as you don't get out on their land. The fishing isn't great there anyway. It used to be very good.

Mr. Cotton swam right up to within 20 feet of our tent on the Jacks Fork last weekend. I think he was curious. We walked up slowly and fairly close to him in a non-threatening way and we told him this was our gravel bar and we had made reservations. He bid us adieu and slithered away. I've floated far and wide and across many rivers and creeks. The only place I've seen Mr. Cotton is the Jacks Fork. Water snakes I've seen everywhere. Copperheads everywhere, but always on land. Biggest and only rattlesnake I've seen was on the Eleven Point, swimming toward the drift boat. It was huge, and there was no mistaking its tail. Copperheads freak me out the worst because they are so well camoflaged and don't usually move until you are right up on them.

My youngest daughter came up with the idea last week of going on an overnight float trip. I generally don't go in the summer, ... too hot, too buggy, too many obnoxious people. But she talked me into it, and the river gauge for the Jacks was at a very nice level for this time of year, ~ 220 CFS and very slowly dropping. We got an early start leaving home and put in at Hwy 17/Buck Hollow about 9:30 a.m.. By then it was already sweltering, but the water temperature was very refreshing. We took our time and didn't have to paddle much. Getting out to swim fairly often to cool off. The nice thing, we only saw about 20 people all weekend. Most of them were around Jam-Up cave. Yesterday we didn't see anyone. Caught a bunch of smallmouth. Mostly on top with a big buzzbait. And my daughter was catching the with them with the fluke on a spinning rod. Once the sun went down, the waterfalls of sweat dried up and it became very pleasant. Had one little visit approach us 20 feet from where we were chowing down on some chips and guac. I think he wanted us to share. Slowly the stars came out and we got to a little bit of Perseid, but not much. Lights out early and woke in middle of the night to throw light sleeping bag over me. . . .almost chilly. Packed up and floated down to Rymers and off the water by 10 a.m. Highly recommend the shuttle service with Linda and her husband at the top of the hill at Rymers. $25 to have her move my vehicle from Buck down to Rymers.

I’m convinced. Details matter in this type of pizza.