I’ve gotten to the point in life where I don’t need an alarm clock. Getting up early for years has trained me to the point that I usually wake up at 5:00 a.m. or so. I can’t sleep past 7:00.
I was a bit surprised when I looked at the alarm through a cracked eyelid and saw that it read 1:48 a.m. in big green numbers. The clock is one of those fancy atomic numbers that sets itself to the exact time. I got it as a present years ago.
But, it has the funny habit of resetting itself sometimes. Usually when it is very inconvenient.
The plan was to take the motorcycle to the Augusta Creek for some trout fishing Saturday morning. Waders, tackle, pole, rod and flies were packed away. I just needed to add water and fish.
I woke again at 2:40-something, and this time I was suspicious. I was rather rested for getting only a few hours of sleep. Checking my phone I realized that I wasn’t up early, but running late.
Well, no coffee. Had time for a shower at least before hitting the road.
I drove through the Kalamazoo River Valley on my way to Richland. It was a warm July morning and the fog had rolled in overnight from the water. It was a beautiful drive and a great way to start the day. Had the road to myself mostly.
I was meeting my buddy Todd. Neither of us had fished this river before. We didn’t know if it would work for fly rods or if we’d have to use the ole ugly sticks.
When I got there Todd was waiting for me, cup of coffee in hand. Only 11 minutes late, even after sleeping in. He was already in his waders so I pulled mine on and grabbed my trusty four foot Ugly Stick with Shakespeare reel.
On a side note, I’d like to point out that I’m not a purist when it comes to angling. I like to fish. I use tools to catch them. I’m not picky about what the tools are, as long as they can work.
The park we were at doesn’t open until 8:00, so we had it to ourselves. We walked down to the covered bridge and checked out the situation.
The fog was clearing as we pushed through a cloud of mosquitoes to the river. It ran pretty deep at the bridge, about 3 ½ feet. It looked deeper than that so we walked up river a ways before getting in.
Five minutes on water and the mosquitoes could no longer find us because of the breeze caused by the movement of the river. This was grand.
We spent the morning casting spinners and enjoying the sun. Caught a few shiners, but no luck with the trout. It’s a nice river though and definitely wasn’t a waste of time by any means.
A day spent fishing is a day well spent.