So tomorrow I’m actually going fishing, I’m locked into it, I’ve made plans and can’t break them.  Yea the plans involve a girl, but no I didn’t even ask her, I think she’s either into me or pretending she’s into me to get free fly fishing lessons from an experienced guide (that’s what I told her I was anyway).  At any rate I’m guessing we catch nothing, the fishing this time of year sucks, unless you are in a part of Southeast Alaska other than Juneau, where there are fall steelhead and the cutts stay in the rivers all year.  Hopefully they are stacked up in lakes feeding voraciously getting fat for winter, that’s the theory anyway.  Last time I fished this late I caught a 4 inch dolly and a 5 inch cutt.  I suppose I should be more excited, there’s someone to get me motivated to get out there and have some fun, to get out there and do the thing I profess to love so much.  I just lost hope for the season I suppose, I lost hope this fall, maybe I’m jaded maybe I’ve had experiences that were so good I forgot to stop and smell the roses, or take the time to dredge lakes for small fish.  By February I’ll be kicking myself for not fishing now I’m sure.  Maybe this year I’ll catch a soft water fish every month of the year, if I get one tomorrow I’ll have April-November, I know I can get a fish in December, I’m pretty sure I can in January unless it gets super cold.  February and March are the tough ones, maybe I’ll just chuck a big streamer to the bottom and hope to catch a sculpin or a flounder, do flounder count?

So I’m going fishing tomorrow, with a girl I just met, with a girl that though the odds are against me I can see a future with.  I’m going fishing for fish that I probably won’t catch, that may or may not be there, but who knows I might catch a fish, or better yet she might, I hope she does, shit worse that happens is we go to the stocker pond and catch little kings in the wind, I bet she’d be stoked to catch a salmon.  I sure as shit am excited when I catch the first landlocked salmon every spring, even when they are 4 inches long, a fish is a fish.  I hope so, I feel the pressure, I need to produce fish for this woman, one thing I love is helping someone catching their first fly caught fish, I’ve helped 3 folks do it, and another their first fish ever (though it was a bluegill on a worm).  That kid went on to start tying flies and he’s probably caught way more brown trout than me.  I think I helped him tie his first fly too, so tomorrow I have the chance to hook someone even more on my passion, and maybe on me.  More often than not the fish doesn’t take so I’m not expecting much, but I am gonna tie flies all night tonight just in case.