|Cast and Blast Weekend?|
|Not A Good Start To The Weekend|
After cursing myself for not just waiting until Monday, I went back home to get ready for the trip. I rigged up all my rods the night before and placed them in the Rod mount. I decided to remove one of my reels and replace it with another that was lined with a better line for nymphing. When I tried to remove it, my reel seat came apart. Son-of-a-bitch. I built this Sage 5 weight XP years ago and I love it for my nymphing rod in the Sierras. I could have epoxied it and let it cure during the 5 hour drive and throughout the night. But I was worried since the Mammoth area evening temperatures were in the low 30s, it might not cure all the way in time. My favorite T&T 5 weight would be rigged for streamers so I replaced the XP with my Sage DS2. I was not too happy about it.
Tuck finally arrived and we set forth on our trip. Chul and Erika had already made their way about 40 minutes before us. We met up later for lunch and Chul was not in a good mood as Erika had left her purse at home and they had to turn back 20 minutes into the trip. More bad luck. It worked out though as we were able to reach a lunch stop roughly at the same time.
Arrived on the river at 4:30 with about hour of light. The Tuck, Chul , and Erika rigged to fish while I set up to go after ducks. After only 5 minutes of walking I flushed a covey of 30 quail. I thought of taking a shot but decided against it since I had $3/round number 4 tungsten shot loaded in my Model 12. Too expensive for quail and too big a shot. Also I was only a few yards from the river and if there were any ducks loafing on the water I did not want to tip them off. I was right when I reached the water I looked downstream hiding behind cover I saw a group of about 8 or 12 loafing in the water. I peeled back to circle them to intercept them. In my hast I must have made too much noise as I heard them flush off the water only to see them fly off out of shotgun range. I continued downstream and a few bends over a group of four flew off. After seeing that I knew I would have to walk quite a bit before I would see another duck so I head back to the truck. On the way I saw three mallards fly in my direction. I kneeled down and watched, they came within 40 yards and I took a shot at them. Probably not wise at $3 a shot but in my excitement I took the shot.Questioning myself for taking a foolish shot I headed back to the group. When I got back to the truck I asked how they did and Chul had a carp on but lost it. Chul did tell me there was about 5 ducks at the bend where we had parked. Figures. I hike a half a mile and all I could have done was walk 50 yards to see ducks. I unloaded and while we stood there watching the river while Tuck was finishing a cigarette, three more mallards few directly overhead within shotgun range. Of course my shotgun was already disassembled and in the truck by then.
|A Text Exchange With Tuck And I Earlier This Week. I Don't Think He Was As Amused As I Was.|