Yes dear readers I am back. And Hogfish was right when he said the best comment I would have for all you RUBEpublicans (working class people taken in by all the lies, bullshit, fearmongering, misdirection on wedge hate issues and the constant barrage by the millionaire asshole mouthpieces spewing the above, that don’t realise that the only true republicans are those interested in preserving their moneyed class interests and keeping the peons in economic slavery) is “Go fuck yourself”. Am I disgusted with the democrats and congress – FUCK YEAH! They haven’t fulfilled their mandate – they have by and large caved into the moneyed class interests and watered everything down. If I wanted Rubepulican Lite (bitter taste - less filling) I would have voted rubepublican! That being said I move on to more important things.

The first day of trout season was a delight. It was spitting ice ball snow and the fish were as cranky as an aging curmudgeon atheist socialist secular humanist outdoorsman! So I slowed down my presentation and all hell broke loose as I started catching trout like crazy. I only kept three but caught 8. It was one of those things though, there were no second hits. Once a fish was just slightly tagged it wouldn’t bite again for about a half hour. Another thing is that almost all of the fish I caught were browns. I was working threaded minnows very slowly along the slack break line along the riffles targeting the more active fish. The rainbows were tight to the bottom unhappy (as an old white racist tea-bagger Fox “we distort you abide” watching rubepublican) sulking in quiescent deeper pools. I got two of them on salmon eggs (Mike’s Cheesebait – the only true salmon egg – you can smell the difference, just ask Ted Duda and Jim Palmer) that were allowed to settle to the bottom. They actually daintily picked them off the bottom from in front of their noses and stayed in place, sort of like a nonpolitically astute rubepublican bottomfeeder takes his marching orders from right wing radio spewhounds.

It is now Sunday the second day of trout season and Janet wants me to fix the lawn mower. But I don’t want to get cold to the bone working on the lawn mower and have decided to get cold to the bone fishing. I know what the fish are up to today so the fishing will be fun even if somewhat cold. So once again I bid you all adieu as I get a hot shower and perambulate down the hill to fish the stream of my childhood and to reconnect with all the lares and pennates inhabiting the environs.