On Friday, I went out fishing. I know it was Good Friday, but in reality I think going out into nature helps me feel closer to God than prayer does. Creation is a beautiful thing, and being in it allows me to relax and distance myself from my problems.
I went back to the original pond I usually fish. I attempted to sight fish, but only ended up with one fish after a solid 2 hours. That was really infuriating fishing because you could watch the fish just ignore everything you presented.
I was able to catch a few nice bluegill on nymphs and get some cool looking pictures out of it.
It started to rain eventually, so I tied on a black fly that was essentially a cone head with black marabou and ice dub. It was a fly of my own design, so I'll be tweaking it as the season goes on. Apparently blind casting dark streamers was the ticket. Wow, it slayed fish. I caught about 4 in the last hour I stayed.
Slow strips were the name of the game and that streamer caught all kinds of decent bass up to 2 pounds. It was a solid day and a nice chance to relax.
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