With the promise of but a single day of sunshine between storms and with most of next season’s flies already completed, I had a fast closing window of opportunity, and took it.
Some prefer soaking in pricey venues with mud bathes and mineral springs, instead I uncrated all of my wading finery to launder – in the soothing and heated waters of an atomic forebay. Proofing me of New Zealand Mud Snails, Mussels, Asian Carp spawn and anything else that climbed aboard unnoticed.
It’s the root of my immunity to the lingering pestilence of brown water, how I can tighten knots with my teeth and expose my soft posterior to flesh eating disease, Ecoli, and submerged barbed wire.
… and now you know. The white blotches in the above photo testimony of the relentlessness of excited electrons that find the smallest recesses in felt soles and laced uppers – leaving enough residual radiation to keep the surfaces sterile for the season.
… ditto for me. I’m content with someone else’s bloodline relieving your darling of his lunch money.
Kelvin and I hopped fence and spent the afternoon lolling in the steaming current. Me testing how many kilorads Marabou can withstand before losing its supple, and Kelvin watching the waterline of his float tube until the seam actually blew.
We managed only a single fish between us, shown above … It started as a Rainbow trout, but like most of the larger fish, loses it’s genetic distinctness after the m-RNA becomes corrupt.
Sun on my cheek, something I haven’t felt in many weeks, and won’t (hopefully) for many more.
Tags: fly fishing, nuclear power plant, rainbow trout, marabou, subatomic particles, mud snails, mussels, invasive species
The last time I saw anything like that my younger brother threw a freshly caught catfish on my feet while I was having my shoes fitted by Striderite back in the 50’s. Hasn’t technology come a long way?
It’s a wonderful thing.
Praise the lord!
You are one lucky disciple to be visited by the ghost of the shroud of Turin…
As the father of Brownwater fishing and the bloggers that courageously follow, some of your stunts are unlikely to be trumped. Be that as it may, it’s clear you will be sleeping alone for sometime to come. Oh look honey; it glows!
How do you know the radiation was going to kill everything?
If it’s one thing those 50s-and-60s era documentaries taught us (attack of the killer ants, etc), it’s that radiation often causes things to mutate and grow bigger, and – you fool – you may have just given birth to The Zebra Mussel That Ate Sacramento.
Mind you, I’m looking for the downside here, but there’s always a chance such a creature might find its way north.
Think, dammit. And remember the lessons of history (like Godzilla).
Bravo…Well said!
It takes an especially pious angler to see it, but in the top photo that is unquestionably the spectral image of the holy Shroud of Turin signaling God-Knows-What to the viewers of this blessed blog ! Why am I not surprised to discover that so few of you failed to note this heavenly apparition – including Singlebarbed, himself ? Either this brings good tidings to the nuclear power industry, or suggests that Sacramento may be spared unimagined mutant horrors ! Either way, it might behoove a few of you Nimrods to go to church more often !