I was introduced to a song entitled ‘Them Changes’ back in my early adolescence. I heard the version that had Jimi Hendrix playing the guitar parts in the song. I found out later that the drummer, Buddy Miles, had previously written and released the song as the title song to the album of the same name. But I digress…
Walt, our friend at Rivertop Rambles and SRS member, has written a blog recently and I seem to remember something about changes within the content of that post. The following is another version of this topic.
The trees along side the runs think there’s change in the wind. I’ll be getting a medical modern marvel in a joint replacement soon – that’s another kind of change.
I wanted to fish one last time up in a special spot – before I have the hardware inserted into my hip.
As I walked down stream along a road, to get to a favorite spot, I noticed a few points of interest along the way. Out near one of the tire tread paths on the road was this mossy stone and some sort of wild flower/weed.
I was actually surprised that I landed the first one just about as soon as I got there. The fish in hand (in the pictures below) was the first fish caught that day – the one in the water, the second. Two had slipped off during the excursion. I was able to fool 4 fish before beating the place to death.
These fish were fooled on a fly I tied either the day before or earlier that day. It’s shown in the Flies and Fly Tying BLOG listed under the 6-18-2018 date. It is crudely called the Iso-Brown Drake, Mahogany Dun, Slate Drake fly. I did take ‘tying’ liberties with those flies I fished with that day. When I tied them, I did not use a wire rib and the only hackle I had was a brown grizzly Whiting 100s hackle. The original recipe had 3 turns of each a grizzly and brown hackle – this incarnation had 5 to 6 turns of the one hackle. The fish didn’t know the difference and I didn’t care!
I checked out one more spot as it was easy to get to. No takers but it was a pleasure just to get out there one last time before I become ‘bionic’.
I’ve returned to Cushman Vista several times over the years. It looked like they may have added some gravel and dirt to the road relatively recently. When they graded the aggregate material, it looked like they splattered the sign a little.
The ‘king of the mountain’ had a nice perch!
Late Summer Cushman vista/view – I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
…till next time – I’m The Unintentional Blogger (UB)