In a move that likely violated child labor laws, on Saturday I dragged both the Underground’s tax deductions up to one of my local small streams, where — between rock throwing sessions — I forced Little M to take water temperature readings.
Unlike Hollywood, I wasn’t looking for free labor; I was trying to find water cool enough to fish.
A hot summer and a dismal snowpack have left very little water in my nearby small streams, and what’s been left has been too warm.
Afternoon water temps have regularly spiked into the 70-degree neighborhood — which I consider too warm for fishing.
Happily, cooler nights and lower daily temperatures have arrived, so I wasn’t surprised when Little M’s stream thermometer registered 60-62 degrees at midday.
That’s not perfect (temps in the late afternoon would be higher). But it’s good enough.
Suddenly, I’m a small stream fly fisherman again.
I’m getting ready for a shooting competition this Saturday, but with the L&T taking the tax deductions south for a family visit, there will be time for a few trips.
And yes, after all the recent drama a little stream time is not a bad thing.
See you on a small stream (on second thought, stay the hell off my small streams), Tom Chandler.