Braving the cold weather, Dustin and I headed to Bennett Springs before sunrise Saturday morning. I could not believe I finally was on my way to wet a line. Dustin giggled with excitement too as we drove through the chilly air with the sun peaking over the horizon. As usual, we were treated to a beautiful sunrise. Weather from that point deteriorated. The clouds moved in, the temperature plummeted and the wind howled. However, we were not deterred. After stopping in the fly shop to get the latest fishing report, Dustin and I headed to the water. Wowzers, it was cold, and it just got colder and windier all day long. Keeping the cold off our minds, were the tugs on our lines. It took me a couple of times to get back in the swing of things; I estimate I missed four or five fish before finally catching and landing one. I told Dustin, a novice fly fisherman cannot take a 3 month hiatus. (It was 3 months to the day that we were last at Bennett.) Popping up out of the water every few seconds, the trout were hungry and active. This was so surprising to me. It shouldn’t be, but it was. I found good luck with a Red San Juan Worm with a Gray Scud dropper (about a 10” drop). I caught a few fish on the first fly Dustin ever tied (gray scud). Woohoo! Dustin also had some good luck on flies he tied, multi colored zebra midges. For a good hour, he would got a pull every couple of casts. We lasted in the frigid temperatures much longer than I thought, and left about 30 minutes before closing. Not too bad for my first time fishing in sub-freezing temperatures. As for the gloves, I hated wearing gloves. Unfortunately, I am plagued with midget hands. My hands are super small, and finding gloves to fit is a real pain. Heck, finding a fly rod to fit in my hand was the longest process ever! The gloves really hindered my reaction time and my flexibility, and didn’t keep my hands much warmer. Perhaps more experimentation and research is needed to find the perfect glove for me.
Time is ticking away on our time in Kansas City. After much procrastination, I finally tackled packing some boxes.Thanks to Brooke, Dustin and I have all the packing materials we need. Wine glass were the first in the box, so if we happen to get an urge for some nectar from the vine, we’ll just have to forego the fancy and drink it out of some highballs. Other barware also made it into the first couple of boxes; it is stuff we just never use. How things change in just a few short years. Four years ago, barware would have been the last items to get boxed. Ha.
Reaction from the dogs has been mixed. Venus, I would describe her reaction as nonplussed. She’s not quite sure how to react and just kind of raises one eyebrow when I start wrapping and boxing. Dallas is nervous. Whenever the bubble wrap and tape comes out he starts to pace. Bailey, as ever, is curious. She wants to know what I am doing every minute, and she inspects each item I place in the box, my own little helper. Our dogs, they sure offer endless entertainment.
Another busy few days lies ahead. Tonight, nothing productive will get done, KU ball is on the TV. Thursday I have my last day of class, and then head to Fort Collins. Bright and early Friday morning, I will be at CSU for orientation, which is an all day affair. Dustin flies in Friday night for his licensing exam Saturday morning. After he tests it will be another long afternoon of meeting with potential landlords. Hopefully, we will head back to KC on Sunday with a new place to live!