May: Summer begins in May when the last exams are graded and final grades have been submitted. This summer, I prepared for three in anticipation of Jonny's and Zakur's visit.
I did a little point hunting before the corn got high. May was rainy, so fishing was difficult.
Scouted for carp, largely to no avail. The few I saw did not play nice.
Explored a bit in the new kayak on those rare occasions when the river was navigable.
Got the boy out a couple times.
Attended a minor league game on a beautiful summer evening.
She let the boys eat ballpark junk food, a minor miracle and they knew it.
June: Like May, June was wet. Real wet. Second wettest June on record.
All plans to float for smallmouth had to be nixed. Instead, when EJ and Z arrived we headed to the lake country for a bit of camping and, hopefully, some quality largemouth bass fishing.
|Still raining. EJ pores over a vintage Gray's Sporting Journal, circa 1978 (which is also when he bought those socks.)|
The weather on the lakes was unpredictable. The fishing was, unfortunately, quite predictable. We managed a few small fish and decided we'd had enough.
We stopped at a small stream that had dropped to wadable levels, but it was still off-color and largely non-cooperative.
Jonny and Z left to chase eastern trout, and I started to explore some other local waters.
I found a beautiful little stream, near to home and with enough willing fish that I can probably say it saved my mind.
Did a bit more point hunting with a friend.
One field gave up six cups of these black raspberries. This is summer in Indiana.
July: Rivers were still moody, but I found time to get some fish on waters familiar and new.
Ben took me to one of his locals, just a trickle but full of small willing smallmouth, and a few bigger ones as it turns out…
August: By now, the tomatoes in the garden were pure perfection and for reasons unknown, a pond that I had written off started producing largemouth again.
Ben and I floated a long stretch of new river, reputed to be one of the best smallmouth rivers in the state. It was a challenging river to fish, but worth it in the end.
The home river continues to be fickle, but gives in now and then.
And the pond…well, she and I both do our best to squeeze out the last of summer…