Finally got out to go fishing today after the water cleared up a bit on old Floras Creek. My cabin is only about 100 yards from it, but been so busy I haven't had the chance.
Here's what happened:
- Put my foot in my waders and got a squish.. some poor rodent had decided to give up the ghost in the bottom of my left boot, much to my dismay. Yes it's been a while since I put them on .. yeach. Diverted to my trusty muck boots instead.
- Went down with my dog Vinny and caught a pretty nice 20 lb (ish) Chinook (let her go as she was with eggs and a little red) and wondered on down the creek and among the rocks found a dog collar -- the exact one Vinny lost during the summer at some point on the creek. It was stuck in some rocks seemingly washed down from wherever he lost it. Cool!
- Walking under the firs next to the creek near the old swimming hole I saw a GIANT chanterelle mushroom. This thing was at least 14 inches across, about the size of a large pie tin or even bigger. It was kind of mushy due to the rain and I didn't pick it because I was fishing .. didn't bring a camera. Might go down tomorrow and get a shot of it.. it's the mother of all chanterelle. Do they normally get that big? I've never seen one like that
- Caught a nice steelhead that fought like crazy -- a hen I let go too.
- Cataloged a number of beach chairs those Bussmens always forget to put in out of the flood waters (they have a summer camp up the creek aways from my place). I swear they must have stock in those things since I find 3-4 of them each year washed down my way.
So that's another dang good reason not to live in the city -- as I have to remind myself from time to time. Rural life is worth the trouble
-zachary in Langlois