Yeah me too David. As soon as class lets up I'll be up on the weekends though. My wife and I don't have any friends here around Tulsa(and our neighbors barely count since we don't have kids), so we go home a fair bit when Friday night rolls around.
Kozmos, I can really relate to you and your grandfather fishing. My dad(who is actually my stepdad) taught me how to trout fish and it is really what tied us together. I owe him more for that than anything else I can think of, as trout fishing is truly my favorite sport.
When we first started out, we almost always fished in the park, just below the 1st bridge as you head up to the hatchery. He'd always limit out first(when 5 was the limit) but I wouldn't be too far behind him.
A year or two later we started the real fishing, down outside the main park below the stables. From then on it was real fishing, not cast and reel in like inside the park seems to be. We(I) actually had to learn to judge current conditions, depths of the pools, where the good rocks were, so on and so forth.
Dad's almost always ahead of me still, usually C&R'ing a few and still usually limits out before me, but if I spend a day fishing with him and don't limit out, I'm just as happy as if I get a full limit. We've seen more wildlife than most of the regular trout fishermen would even suspect to see around the park. We've waded hundreds of miles in that short stretch of river, when it's up or down, had the benefit of fishing fresh carved holes full of trout after floods and gone home empty handed a few times.
But we've never had a bad day yet!
Kozmos, I can really relate to you and your grandfather fishing. My dad(who is actually my stepdad) taught me how to trout fish and it is really what tied us together. I owe him more for that than anything else I can think of, as trout fishing is truly my favorite sport.
When we first started out, we almost always fished in the park, just below the 1st bridge as you head up to the hatchery. He'd always limit out first(when 5 was the limit) but I wouldn't be too far behind him.
A year or two later we started the real fishing, down outside the main park below the stables. From then on it was real fishing, not cast and reel in like inside the park seems to be. We(I) actually had to learn to judge current conditions, depths of the pools, where the good rocks were, so on and so forth.
Dad's almost always ahead of me still, usually C&R'ing a few and still usually limits out before me, but if I spend a day fishing with him and don't limit out, I'm just as happy as if I get a full limit. We've seen more wildlife than most of the regular trout fishermen would even suspect to see around the park. We've waded hundreds of miles in that short stretch of river, when it's up or down, had the benefit of fishing fresh carved holes full of trout after floods and gone home empty handed a few times.
But we've never had a bad day yet!
