Been getting out a fair bit this summer, mostly river fishing with a few lake trips thrown in. It's been fun, but nothing I felt compelled to write up, just simple good times.
Today I was out looking after some business north of the city and afterwards went to look at a river I'd never fished (the Pembina, for any Albertans). I parked under a bridge and went upstream first. Bank was rough and brushy, with some nasty overgrown and hidden beaver runs that could have snapped the leg of an unobservant hiker. Didn’t go far before finding a big pile of fairly fresh bear shit. River looked crappy ahead anyway so I went back to the bridge to try downstream.
Found a nice trail that paralleled the river for a ways before swinging east. It took a while to find a way down to the river from the trail through the super thick brush, but eventually I broke through and started fishing back toward the bridge, trying not to step on any of the tiny frogs that were hopping everywhere.
After a while I started registering the moose tracks that I was following. They were HUGE. There were places where I was walking on top of the sand and he was sinking in 8 inches. I could tell the tracks were fresh, but as I got into some taller grass I realized that they were brand new, as the grass was still bent over from his passage. He had likely been going south along the riverbank while I was going north on the trail 30-40 yards away. It always blows my mind how such a massive beast can move almost silently through brush I have to fight through.
So even though it was a short and skunky time(the river was very low and weedy, basically unfishable), it was nice to get out in the wild country and to be reminded I’m a tiny weak critter who better keep his wits about him.
Today I was out looking after some business north of the city and afterwards went to look at a river I'd never fished (the Pembina, for any Albertans). I parked under a bridge and went upstream first. Bank was rough and brushy, with some nasty overgrown and hidden beaver runs that could have snapped the leg of an unobservant hiker. Didn’t go far before finding a big pile of fairly fresh bear shit. River looked crappy ahead anyway so I went back to the bridge to try downstream.
Found a nice trail that paralleled the river for a ways before swinging east. It took a while to find a way down to the river from the trail through the super thick brush, but eventually I broke through and started fishing back toward the bridge, trying not to step on any of the tiny frogs that were hopping everywhere.
After a while I started registering the moose tracks that I was following. They were HUGE. There were places where I was walking on top of the sand and he was sinking in 8 inches. I could tell the tracks were fresh, but as I got into some taller grass I realized that they were brand new, as the grass was still bent over from his passage. He had likely been going south along the riverbank while I was going north on the trail 30-40 yards away. It always blows my mind how such a massive beast can move almost silently through brush I have to fight through.
So even though it was a short and skunky time(the river was very low and weedy, basically unfishable), it was nice to get out in the wild country and to be reminded I’m a tiny weak critter who better keep his wits about him.