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September 2013

Blame it on the Beer Biz

Drawing at dinner to entertain my son..taken what I can get.
Drawing at dinner to entertain my son..taking what I can get.

Damn, I haven’t made work or gone fishing for a good while now.  Consequently, nothing much to post here.  It’s not for lack of want or desire, it’s simply a result of being busy at work.  Kind of a lame excuse for an “arteest” I know, but, it is true.  See the thing is, I like my job.  I like it a lot.  I work in the craft beer industry, and I work for a really good company doing important work (so I’m told).  So, sometimes I pour myself in that direction, and that’s OK with me.

All that said, art and fishing are like eating meat and veggies – gotta happen to keep the train rollin’.

I just threw up some new sheets of paper on the wall and started monkeying around.  The fishing may not come as easily, but I’m sure I’ll find a free afternoon somewhere.

In the meantime, here are some photos I took while I was in Germany for 10 days…working.  Prost.

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Judge Not

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Originally posted on Bob Mitchell’s Fly Shop blog – 9.12.13

It was Labor Day, so I needed to get in some fishing before a 4 day work week and it’s pent-up emails crushed me.  I needed a quick and dirty excursion..something simple.  I headed to my home lake, a scant 1.5 miles from my house.

I live in St. Paul, like in St.Paul.  The lake in question runs somewhere along the river. I don’t fish it as often as I should, mostly because I opt to visit “better” water.

I went for carp.  They are thick in this lake and I’ve hooked into some dandies in the past.  I figured I’d target the shallow water and look for tailers and disturbances. Small woolly buggers, or buggy-anything seems to do the trick on this lake.

I picked the wrong side of the train tracks that divide the lake; too shallow, choked out and the few carp that were grazing were just too tough to get at.  I figured I’d check the other side of the tracks, on the larger section of the lake where it get’s much deeper.  Couldn’t hurt.

Context: When I had set out to reach my spot, a rough n’ tumble couple had been on my heels the whole time.  They seemed determined to get the same fishy spot I was headed for.  No worries, I figured (accurately) that they’d opt for the deeper side right away.  I won’t lie, I thought they were out of the minds trying to fish for anything besides the bathtub-water-loving carp in the shallows.  They went to one side, I went to the other.

Back to the point.

I found the dude, with his trusty K-Mart Blue-Light special Zebco was chuckin’ a white spinner bait below the train bridge. He told me to forget that shallow stuff and join them on the other side. He had the goods to show: a 17 inch largemouth and 20+ inch pike in a clear garbage bag.

His old lady gave me hell for not fishing with them. Apparently I would have been handy trying to land the 15 pound pike they lost. Well shit.

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