I walked in the door at 1:45 AM this morning. Yesterday I had the late flight from Jackson Hole that left at 1:30 PM. I arrived in Duluth at 11:37 PM. After collecting my luggage, it was a deer dodging drive for two hours to Hayward. It sounds horrible I’m sure, but after years of constant travel, I like the late drives for home over the 4 AM drives to the airport.
Though tired from my weeklong western One Fly adventure, I wanted a laid back day on the water for a homecoming. No hardcore wading, fishing or casting. I simply like to kick back and be surrounded by nature and fish. And I do it with Granny. Granny and I took the blue bathtub to a nearby flowage and rowed and putted around with the 3.3 Mercury. We sipped a couple beers and ate a nice lunch. We did far more watching the world than fishing.
The only unrestingly part of the day was that the early winds of fall came out after the first hour and we got blown around to the point where we could hardly control the boat to fish. Granny stuck one big bluegill that flopped off before a photo. We decided to call it a day.
I’m blowing off all work and house projects for another few days more. Early tomorrow I’m pointing the Ruby Van for Iron River and heading for Howie’s. Then Howie and another college pal, Mike Neuman (host of the 2020 Lake Mille Lacs get-together), are fishing Lake Superior for three straight days. Pumped!
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