March 8, 2013

Cold Creek Contrarian

Looking north toward Cold Creek Pond in a light snowfall 
My friend in the investment business likes to say he's a contrarian.  By that he means that most investors are emotional about their decisions, lacking discipline to stick to their plan.  Sometimes when you see the masses moving money between investment classes it's often fruitful to move in the other direction.  I believe he is right.


Looking south from the pond
Fishing can be like that sometimes. Some of the very best fishing I've experienced was during inclement weather. Trips that come to mind are Martis Creek, Henderson Springs, and Cumins Reservoir. Of course, I'm not speaking of thunderstorms and other severe weather, but rather those colder, overcast, drizzly days. Not only do the larger trout seem more careless to accept imitations, the bonus is that most fisherman don't like being out in lousy weather. Often, seeking to go against the grain does have its rewards.
Feral horse behind restraing fence
The Lord says very similar things throughout the bible. He reminds us that we belong to Him, that while we are in this world we do not belong in this world. Jesus himself was a contrarian. The Savior King whose mission was to save the lost and broken in this world. He did so not by our worldly standards of aggression, dominance, and manipulation, but by serving the least of those amongst us, consorting with all sorts of sinners and broken souls, and by allowing the world to crucify him on the cross of its sins. All that seems pretty contrary to our societal expectations, it seems to me. (If interested, look up these bible verses: Romans 12:1-2, Mathew 23:11-12, Luke 19:1-10, and 1 Corinthians 15:53-54.)
 
So what does all this have to do with today's blog? Well, I awoke to low clouds, cool temperatures, and a steady drizzle. I was sure that the ice was off the Cold Creek Pond, and that it might even be snowing. Last weekend I finished building a new 8-foot, 5-weight fly rod to replace my old one of the same specifications. When he fishes with me, Brian likes to use that older rod and now I’ll have two in case I want those same rod specifications when we’re fishing together. (My favorite fishing rod is still my 7.5-foot, 4-weight, but there are times when that extra half-foot and heavier line weight makes a difference.)
New fly rod on Trout Truck bed rail


Same position, different angle
Details of REC reel seat - nickel silver fittings and
Box Elder burl (maple) word spacer
So, inclement weather, new fly rod… it was all too much for me. After dropping Evan off at high school at 6:30 am I high-tailed it to Cold Creek, where it was indeed snowing lightly right at the pond elevation. The temperature at 7:15 am was right at 32 degrees. I fished for just 45 minutes as the snow got a little heavier and my fingertips were burning and growing dysfunctional in the cold. I admit to no strikes, but that was OK with me. The fly rod performed just right and was appropriately broken in. Maybe my next trip will be to Cold Spring at Wayne Kirch where there’ll be some good early spring action, and maybe some inclement weather, to boot.
 
So, don’t be afraid to go against the flow, to be independent of thought, and especially don’t fall into the entrapments of this work for they are fleeting, but set your sights on the Truth.
Contrarian FisherDad in a light snow

4 comments:

Ken Lambert said...

Nice post :) Lots of good lessons here. Thanks.

Rick said...

Thanks for this post. My best fishing ever was in the eastern Sierra's during a terrible snow storm. The couple of people fishing that day said as they passed by, "fish don't bite in the snow." After a good three hours of trout taking my fly on nearly each cast I relented to blue fingers and line freezing to the ice build up in in the eyelets on my fly rod. Great lesson as well, I may borrow it for my fishing ministry starting in may.

FisherDad said...

Rick -

Please, tell me more about this fishing ministry...

Rick L'Esperance said...

Fishing ministry, basically it started as a get away for me and a couple of pastor friends that became a church small group. About six or so from North Valley Fellowship meet alternating Thursdays at Tule Springs pond around 6pm during the summer months. I'm a fly fisherman, our administrative pastor deep sea fisherman, and a bass fisherman makeup our core. The idea was to have people from church who may not know each other, get an opportunity to meet and hang out for a couple hours of fishing & fellowship. We of course welcome guests, so if you have a hankering to do a little casting look for us. We'll be the group laughing because the "experts" have hooked minnows while the kids are reeling in lunkers.