tennswede
05-05-2007, 07:27 PM
Good Lordy I would like to tell y'all about a miserable experience and at the same time interesting. I and tngreg went up to campsite #23 on Friday morning hoping that the scattered showers the meteorologists were talking about would not hit us. The rain didn't really hit us bad on Friday, but bad enough to make it just about impossible to cook anything to eat when we got up there. We settled for cold snacks and some tea. I fished Fish Camp from about 5 pm to 7 pm on Friday night and caught 4 bow's and 2 brookies and lost a few. The water level was alright but rising and becoming slightly stained. I heard and saw thunder and lighting and decided to quit and walk back to camp. Greg had treated some water for the evening and we drank some tea and settled in for the night.
I haven't camped in a tent or for that matter any kind of camping since my army days back in Sweden in 1987. I felt rusty and a little bit cold when we settled in but not too bad. Then the rain hit. It came down steady between the hours of 2 am and 4 am. Then it quit and I thought maybe just maybe we would have a good Saturday fishing. We got up around 7 am and the clouds moved in, I told Greg that I didn't think it was worth staying another night when it looks like it is going to rain for several hours. We listened to the radio and they were saying 90% chance of rain and that made it for us. The hike back out was pure misery. The rain began a mile down the Goshen Prong Trail and it didn't let up the whole way. Soaking wet to the point where I had to lay out my few dollar bills from my bill fold to dry. I had a rain suit but I guess perspiration from underneath did it. I am dead tired and sore from 13.5 miles rt in 24 hours of time. I wonder how many years in to the future I can do crazy stuff like this.
Fishing Notes: I saw some yellow sallies around 6 pm on upper Fish Camp Prong but nothing else. The water felt to be in the mid fifties, I didn't check with a thermometer.
I haven't camped in a tent or for that matter any kind of camping since my army days back in Sweden in 1987. I felt rusty and a little bit cold when we settled in but not too bad. Then the rain hit. It came down steady between the hours of 2 am and 4 am. Then it quit and I thought maybe just maybe we would have a good Saturday fishing. We got up around 7 am and the clouds moved in, I told Greg that I didn't think it was worth staying another night when it looks like it is going to rain for several hours. We listened to the radio and they were saying 90% chance of rain and that made it for us. The hike back out was pure misery. The rain began a mile down the Goshen Prong Trail and it didn't let up the whole way. Soaking wet to the point where I had to lay out my few dollar bills from my bill fold to dry. I had a rain suit but I guess perspiration from underneath did it. I am dead tired and sore from 13.5 miles rt in 24 hours of time. I wonder how many years in to the future I can do crazy stuff like this.
Fishing Notes: I saw some yellow sallies around 6 pm on upper Fish Camp Prong but nothing else. The water felt to be in the mid fifties, I didn't check with a thermometer.