Summery Summary

It is nearing the end of September. SEPTEMBER! Wow, where did the summer go? The last Lundrunner entry was at the end of May! Did the summer go by and no fishing? I think not, however, the summer did go by and no blogging. Relax. It's back, and for you faithful few who actually read this blog, I would like give a quick recap of the summer, show a few pictures and then in a few days you will have the old style/poetic blog voiceback in action, and hopefully keepin you updated from here on out to the end of my fishing days (provided blogs don't become telekinetic thoughts transmitted to subscribing friends who have downloaded a chip in their...ear).

Anyhow, back to fishing. To our left you will see my trusty fishing buddy and some guy standing next to her (I gotta million of them...) Really, that's Christopher (aka Asa) Cote, who appears in almost all Lundrunner Chronicles and our steed, Big Flip. She's been giving me some fits this summer, but at 34 years old I guess she deserves a little extra care. We have done quite a bit of fishing since May 30, and I'm afraid I can't cover it all here. June was a pretty quiet month. We fished we caught some, but nothing of extrodinary happenstance. We did get back out on the Lamprey a few more times to chase nighttime stripers. One particular night we couldn't shake 18" stripers off our rigs, but that has been about it for Linesides. We just haven't seemed to have the furvor of good striper fisherman this year. Perhaps it has been the beauty of the freshwater Lamprey, or just the ease of floating on a gentle river, but that's has been about it.

We did take an extraordinary trip toLakeville, Maine. The Cote family has a camp up there on Duck Lake, and were gracious enough to host Trisha, Magnolia and I for a 4th of July weekend outing. It was a wonderful trip and a fun time was had by all, but that would have been the case regardless of the fishing. It's all in the attitude.

The fishing did help. Our first morning out we found the Smallies in shallow water, presumably getting ready for the spawn. It wasn't super hot fishing, but we managed to land half a dozen nice ones. We would soon pine for such numbers. The weather changed, the fish clammed and it was hard work the rest of the week. My biggest goal of the weekend was to land a Smallie on a fly rod, and alas, this goal was accomplished.

The next month offered more various terrain as we headed West to my home waters. Asa and I joined my life long Captain (Dad) for a few VERY HOT days sliding chuck bait for beautiful channel cats in Kansas. We did well, thanks to a wonderful guide service. I fear I have no pictures in my possession at this time, but I'll add them as I get them. The highlights outside of the great fishing included seeing my parents with Magnolia, an evening with Trisha, Chris and I enjoying two dollar drinks at a local hotspot in Salina, and driving across the plains (Ah, Kansas). This trip could easily turn into a tradition. The only thing mission was an appearance from my old friend Bonzo the California Dreamer.