Monday, October 31, 2011

Monday Morning


The sun had yet to make an appearance, leaving the foothills in the west a mysterious silhouette still recovering from a long weekend. The smell of the freshly ground French Roast teased life into me, as I waited impatiently for the coffee maker to go through the slow process of brewing the first pot of the week. And as the two groggy bulldogs jumped off the bed, there was no retreating back to the warm comfort that I had foolishly left without so much as one hit of the snooze button. The week had begun.

Pouring the last of the pot of coffee into the aging travel mug, I gave the dogs one last scratch behind the ears. Reminding them to be good. A small request that often goes unheard, like a parent reminding their kids to wash their hands after recess. And locking the door behind me, I failed to come up with a decent excuse to get out of work for the day, my car started without incident.

I found my desk just how I left it, comfortably scattered. But being familiar with the mess, I found the list of people I needed to contact for the week, and relaxed for the first time since waking up. Like most mondays, I spend the better part of the morning trying to remember the events of the last two days. Wishing I had done some things differently, but happy to be off from work, and spending time in the outdoors, chasing trout up and down the canyon.

This past weekend however, was filled with grass skirts, a halloween party, and football. A fun, atypical weekend, that was more recognizable to a college sophomore, than a working stiff, nursing the last of his coffee in a cubicle. So not having fished in nine days, the thoughts of the last trip up the Poudre seemed like the appropriate place to start my week. Replacing the memories of craft beers, Magnum PI, and a poorly played football game, by a hideous football team that will go unnamed.

I had written a post a while back entitled “Up the Poudre”, a tribute to the first time that I fished the Poudre River. My wife and I had moved to Colorado the month before. Her for work, and me hoping to find a job in a down economy. So I wasn’t surprised when the more reasonable member of our household requested that I not fish until solid employment was gained. How could I argue?

Since that first trip up the canyon, a lot of things have happened. I have been able to fish a river that up until a year or two ago was more of a wish than a reality. I have learned to fish differently from the familiar waters I had known in Minnesota, adjusting to conditions and water that was completely foreign to me, and often times still is. I have started a blog, sharing some of my experiences with people that graciously take the time to read with one small click of their mouse. But more important than that, I have met new people, either on the river, or through this median.

A few short weeks after the frenzy, I caught wind of a friend making his way to the front range, traveling from his home at the top of the mitten in Michigan. Jason Tucker was to fly into Denver, meet up with fellow fly fishing opportunist Jen Kugler, and meet me up in Fort Collins for a couple days of fishing the Poudre and beyond. A friend I had yet to meet, fishing together for the first time, wading in water I wanted to show off. Needless to say, I was excited.

By the time we arrived at the pullout of what would ultimately be the last spot we fished together, the three of us had slid into a comfortable rhythm. A rhythm more telling of friends that had been at it for years, let alone two days. And as we put distance between  us and the truck, we walked in silence. Comfortable just to be in each other’s company, not worried about an awkward silence than can sometimes plague new meetings. We had a river to meet, and that was conversation enough.

And as our boots found the water, I hung back, letting Jen and Jason take the first run.

 


Notes

*As Jason found out, fishing the Poudre is an experience. We caught fish, but more importantly, we got to know each other differently from the characters we play on our blogs. For those of you that don’t know Jason, he is not only a fantastic fisherman and blogger, but he is one of the friendliest most genuine guys you would ever want to spend time with. I had a great couple days of fishing, and am looking forward to the next time we are able to get together. Hopefully, chasing some big browns with mouse patterns in Michigan....but it doesn’t matter where, as I know we’d have some fun. If you haven’t had a chance to read his blog and musings, please do so at Fontinalis Rising, you will not be disappointed. He has written about this trip, and it shouldn't be missed.




*This wasn’t the first opportunity I have had to fish with Jen, and am impressed by her willingness to do whatever it takes to catch a fish. She is a great friend to have on the river, and I am looking forward to fishing again soon. Besides fly fishing, Jen also writes a great blog. Check it out here Fly Fishilicious. It’s been fun reading her adventures as she begins this life long pursuit.

*The fishing from this weekend was good. We didn't catch a ton of fish by any stretch of the imagination, but we were happy. And like every fishing trip, we thanked the fish we caught.

38 comments:

  1. Your description of Monday mornings is perfection....unfortunately, my car started too...

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  2. This Sanders fellow is a great guy and fantastic fisherman. Glad to be friends with you. ;)
    ~Jen

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  3. I can vouch for Jen's claim. I'm glad to know you, Sanders, and look forward to getting back on the water with you sometime soon.

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  4. High praise, and I love the mug of coffee. Thanks again Sanders, hopefully we'll hit the river again soon. Your state or mine.
    Yeah, after performances like that, some teams are best left unnamed. Just sayin'.

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  5. Great post man. Glad you could make someone elses dream of fishing the Poudre come true. This post just reminded me I haven't had my coffee yet today :) Great pics. Tight Lines.

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  6. I have got to get out there one of these days. You western anglers sure have great stretches of water. I love the traveling mug as well.

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  7. Erin- I think we need to figure out a way to drive less reliable cars...gotta love Mondays.

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  8. Jen- You as well. Glad you are out finding some fish today...

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  9. Russ- Looking forward to our next trip out...should be fun!

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  10. Jason- Your state or mine...I look forward to it. The coffee mug is my favorite...the cutthroat.

    The Broncos game is three hours of my life that I will never get back...looks like the "TeBowing" did me no good.

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  11. Joel- When you do get out here, look me up. Would love to spend some time on the water with you. The mug makes me smile.

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  12. Trout- Whenever you're ready...come on out! just saw you made some coffee...happy Monday!

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  13. Very nice, Sean. Yup, captured perfectly as usual. By the way...where did you get that mug? I want one...

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  14. Mondays and sporadic internet made my day a joy...should have been out fishing.

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  15. All the cool kids either live in or travel to Colorado to fish, said an envious and uncool outsider. By the way, I have the same mug in your photo. It holds a lot of coffee.

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  16. Poor Kirk ~ Yes, you too can be a cool kid...just meet us out in Colorado next year! I am back in the early spring (before runoff)...love the Poudre! Hope we can get a group together once again, Sanders!

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  17. Great post , you can even take a Monday and make it seem not so bad. I wish I could say I felt sorry for your football woes...but after all I am from KC!! (just had to say that!)

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  18. to be honest, I didn't know it was monday until a couple hours ago. Reading this reminds me of what a normal work week is supposed to be like. I can't wait for one of those. For now, it is sporadic time off and sacrificing sleep so I can still enjoy the fun stuff.

    Thanks for a nice pick-me-up. See you later, Monday.

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  19. Will- Thanks. Monday's have their own mood...

    I got the mug at a fly shop in Breckenridge, CO...can't remember the name of it. I'll let you know.

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  20. Howard- That sounds about right...fishing would have been a better option.

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  21. Kirk- You have fine taste sir. Although, I would like to know if you are able to drink a full cup out of the mug before it gets cold. I have yet to accomplish such a feat.

    ...A trip to CO would do you some good. I know the cardboard version of the UA had a blast!

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  22. RD- The Poudre is anxiously awaiting your return. I hope people are willing to come out again. It was a ton of fun. Maybe even that Werner fellow would find the time...

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  23. Jeff- Thanks. All you can do on most Monday's is try and get by...and as for my football team, well, i might need to buy some Chiefs gear.

    Go Chiefs!

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  24. d nash- cherish your abnormal schedule while you can...pretty soon you will start writing posts entitled "Monday Morning"

    Glad it's over...cheers!

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  25. Great post as usual. If it makes you feel better when you woke up to start your Monday I was just finishing mine....
    I can feel your pain Kirk. All my favorite bloggers seem to live in the middle states. Hopefully I can hit up the Frenzy next year too.

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  26. Sanders
    After reading your post it makes me feel as if I was there with you. You are one lucky guy. Thanks for sharing

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  27. To sum up your post with "we thanked the fish we caught", pretty much says it all.

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  28. luckily I never have to suffer the monday morning blues!!!
    one of your best posts!
    john
    ps thanks for the bulldog big up

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  29. Sanders, I should probably just lie to impress you but alas the guilt of doing so would eat at my gut like a bad cup of coffee. No, I cannot manage an entire cup without the contents going cold. I'm working up to that goal and hope to make it a reality. Same thing with a trip to CO.

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  30. i guess if you went fishing before looking for employment it may have never came. those women and their weird requsts!

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  31. Another great trip to tag along with you and your friends. Since my trip last week, I am making a personal commitment to get up on the Poudre more often. Someday we'll meet...it'll be nice and easy, just like your blog.
    Thanks

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  32. River- I hope you can make it out to the frenzy as well.

    Monday's are an interesting day...some just start earlier than others.

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  33. Bill- Thanks. We had a great time fishing. I am lucky to be able to live and fish in such great places.

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  34. Larry- Thanks. I'm just glad a few fish decided to show up.

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  35. John- Thanks. Glad you enjoyed the post. I will admit though that I am a little envious of you not knowing what the "Monday Blues" feel like...

    Congrats on Mabel! That's exciting news.

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  36. Kirk- I put myself to the test this morning, and have lost some feeling on my tongue. The cup is just too big. I appreciate your honesty, and am glad to know that I am not the only one who suffers trying to hammer down the brew before it cools. I'm not sure if the cup of coffee goal is a reality, but I'm pretty sure that a trip to CO is in your future...

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  37. Dean- Thanks. I'm glad that you enjoyed your last trip up. Anytime you want to get out, let me know.

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  38. Blake- I would still be up on the river. I'm just glad someone is looking out for me...or themselves...I haven't decided yet.

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