|Headed west on Highway 64|
It's always great to spend time with my family, and we enjoyed nice weather (a fall mix of warmth, followed by a cool spell) and great food and wonderful conversation. As usual, Mom kept us full of food, and we teamed up on at least one meal -- fittingly, an excellent pan-fried trout dinner. And, during the not-feasting periods, Dad, Tim and I spent a lot of hours playing in the backyard. The Little Red was very, very low, and the generators below Greers Ferry Dam didn't turn once during my three-day stay in Heber Springs. This drew the already-slow flow to a molasses-like pace, and the skinny, clear water made fishing tougher than usual.
|Dad and Tim work an upstream pool|
Evening fishing was productive, but not great. We caught a few good-sized male browns in the 18-19 inch range, but none of the monstrous, orange-flanked fish that we observed patrolling various nearby pools.
The time with Mom, Dad, Tim and Bumper went by very quickly, and seemingly hours after arrival, I was packing up the truck to head home. The good fortune of having nearby family is doubly-blessed by having the ability to spend such quality time with them. As I pulled out of the driveway, I waved a temporary goodbye, as the holidays loom and the next gathering is imminent. As I drove east towards home, the memories of another great weekend on the Little Red intermingled with a laundry list of upcoming job duties. Mile after semi-filled mile on I-40 east, I gradually re-entered the world of work and responsibility. But, I did so with a refreshed mind, an aching casting elbow and a temporarily-satiated angling mindset.
For now, back to work ...