I got mine a while back and I've been practicing to get to the general standard you see around these days. It finally feels like something is starting to click! Big thanks to all Culvert readers for your words of encouragement throughout the process.
Please enjoy this film short of spring time in New England.
Go Pro! from English Jonny on Vimeo.
English Jonny's wife and children are currently away.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
So this spot I plan on taking you to... is around 2.5 mile hike in, downhill... it was high 40's... a bit chilly so I was dressed warm. Had some beer with me, a cigar, etc. It's a celebration, bitches. I make the hike in, flows are perfect.. I lay the backpack down, crack a beer... grab the cigar and go to grab the lighter. Fuck all things holy. I've lost the lighter. $80 or so. More importantly, I've only an hour or so of daylight left, and I've also lost my car keys. The only set. I called the wife. She said "Well you should start looking for them before it's dark". Well no fucking shit. I told her I wouldn't. I'm living in the woods forever. Fuck it. I'll burn the car and return to the valley. No lighter though, so fuck that one too. I fish for maybe 10 minutes in the prime spot, a deep cut in a 20' wide area...where it goes from 12" to 6'. No dice. Still a bit cold, which I realize since I'm sweaty as a whore in church as the sun sets. Time to look for keys. And my goddamn lighter. Fast forward 2 hours, foliage covered inches at a time... 1.5 miles back towards the car. There they are, nestled in some ivy. Another 40 minutes and no lighter and it's fuck it all.
Best part of the story? Last year.. I think I probably even emailed you about the trip... I get all the way into the spot..and I was missing my goddamned flies. An hour+ later, I'd found them. But not before I'd lost the only beer I'd packed in.
Well, I found that fuckin' beer yesterday. Squirrels had gnawed through the label in vain. The cap still secure, she appears solid. In my fridge now.
I was really hoping, after finding the beer (I also lost my hat) ...that I'd find the keys, then the lighter... then return to the cut... and catch a monster hybrid. I'd smoke the cigar, drink that beer and have the best story ever. Didn't quite work out that way, but it never does, really.