Joey Bagels
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Back in Wyoming, I again answered the call of the Stillwater. After a week’s worth of work, it was time to deploy the tube and wave the graphite for an evening.
I was the only person there this evening. A cold wind blew from the east. Over the course of the evening, it switched to coming from the northeast to the southeast.
Figuring the chop would rile up the fishes, I went to work with a bugger again. Because...why not?!
The fish were a bit deeper than I’d have guessed, but they were obliging, if a bit reluctant.
A couple of white pelicans patrolled and a gull let out his high-pitched squeals of excitement when I landed the first fish. I appreciated the cheer.
Gradually, the sun began to dip beneath the clouds and headed for the horizon.
I wasn’t hauling them in hand over fist like a couple of weeks ago, so I decided to head in before it got too dark. One more fish had other plans.
My muskrat buddy began puttering around shoreline as he had last time I visited this lake. He had serious plans and wasted not time in moving from place to place like a little cruise ship. By this time, it was only 40 degrees outside and I was glad I had multiple layers on. A good evening on the water in one of my favorite places on earth. Hope you get a chance to spend some quality time with the local denizens of your favorite fishing hole.
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I was the only person there this evening. A cold wind blew from the east. Over the course of the evening, it switched to coming from the northeast to the southeast.
Figuring the chop would rile up the fishes, I went to work with a bugger again. Because...why not?!
The fish were a bit deeper than I’d have guessed, but they were obliging, if a bit reluctant.
A couple of white pelicans patrolled and a gull let out his high-pitched squeals of excitement when I landed the first fish. I appreciated the cheer.
Gradually, the sun began to dip beneath the clouds and headed for the horizon.
I wasn’t hauling them in hand over fist like a couple of weeks ago, so I decided to head in before it got too dark. One more fish had other plans.
My muskrat buddy began puttering around shoreline as he had last time I visited this lake. He had serious plans and wasted not time in moving from place to place like a little cruise ship. By this time, it was only 40 degrees outside and I was glad I had multiple layers on. A good evening on the water in one of my favorite places on earth. Hope you get a chance to spend some quality time with the local denizens of your favorite fishing hole.
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