Ahem, is this thing on? I know readers have given this place up for dead, but I’ve never had any doubts. The muse left me for a while is all. Furthermore, no one sent me any cash nor gifts as encouragement to blog. The blame (if there is any) must be shared, is all I’m saying. I won’t make any promises, but I predict a rebirth of the kind of lackluster performance this place was once known for, and that this increased level of “activity” will sputter fitfully along for the indefinite future. There.
The muse, the pure, earnest, fly fishing muse, was driven away by A. lack of fly fishing, and B. gross, defiling, activities on my part. What I did quite a bit of in late 2012 was jug for catfish. I admit this because I’m honest, and to convince you, refined and gentle reader, that you should be happy I wasn’t blogging during this time. If fishing, generally, is sex, then jugging for catfish is necrophilia. I told friends about it and they found it hilarious until they realized I wasn’t joking. So jug fishing (fishing with fairly elaborate pool noodle “jugs”, on my part), is not cool, just as I suspected, and that’s fine. It’s fun, though. If nothing else, I had the following novel experiences: 1. I caught the biggest blue catfish I have ever caught, which was not very big at all, and 2. I got the drunkest I have ever been alone (which is another honest admission and almost certainly a cause for serious introspection at my time in life).
Also I moved to a new place, a place with an ocean. This is a major change of venue. I’ve never lived “permanently” at a place with an ocean. The new household leaves a few things to be desired, but it does have access to the water. It’s no fishing Mecca, the region I can practically access from my backyard, but it’s big, real saltwater. I’m still a little shocked by this. Theoretically, I can paddle from my yard to the open ocean in one day. My few forays into the home waters have been unproductive, fish-wise, perfectly meeting my expectations. I’ll be figuring things out in the coming months.