I guided Ruth this summer in Alaska and she was a world of fun-always energetic and excited about the experiences around us. She and her husband were some of the most adventurous folks and we did a bit of exploration in one of our trips.
Ruth took a trip this winter to Northern New Mexico and sent us this pic!
(sung to the tune of Pimper's Paradise by Bob Marley)..it was a plunker's paradise....
So begins the first in a series of Plunkers Paradise..... after spending the New Year out on some gravel bar..woken up...what time is it? odark30....that's not someone trying to steal my run-that's a Plunker, setting up their spot for the day.
A week later I'm floating by one, two, oh! three supreme residences for the daily plunker...wood stoves, chairs, roofs, was that a refrigerator? I see Larry's favorite cup hanging on a nail...
Next outing I find myself lined up at the sweetest gravel bar since the Sk*&^$ runs....spey rod in hand, beautiful pink goat ostrich dog pheasant tied on and there is no way I am getting past that line of plunkers...holy crap its 15 deep out here. Not even mentioning those two dudes in hip waders throwing the baitcaster....are they crazy or what.....wait a minute, who is crazy here? Sure those Plunkers are gonna stay in relatively one spot all day waiting for a fish to come along and tag their line.....I, on the other hand, am going to move around whipping and tossing and rolling and shooting and rocketing and stepping and hoping and holding onto all faith and wishing for the mercy of god for a fish to come along and tag MY line....who is crazy? I mean at least they get to drink beer all day.....And not give a f&*^ if their waders leak.....
Here's to Plunkers and their Paradise....more to come!
