Smoking some Chinook

[Caneyscud]

ooooo.......oooo.....ooooo.....I wanna join!  I wanna join!

On the Caney, many times just the opposite happens.  I'll either have my state of the art stealth rod made using fiber technology developed in the satellite industry that weigh but a whisper in my hand (I work in a fly shop occasionally and have to keep up appearances)or one of my beloved, but cheap 75 year old cane rods in hand.  I'll find a concentration of trout and will pull one after another out and release them back hopefully smarter for the experience.  The bait dunkers on the bank will be scowling.  However, there is something soul moving about going out back, digging up a coffee can full of worms and taking a cane pole to the water and watching that red and white bobber take off to china knowing that a spunky gem of a green longear or a big shouldered shellcracker is on the other end of the line.   In my case there is always an idiot on the dry end of the line!