CohoSolo

Coho salmon intrigue me. It is a fish that has been on my "Fly-Fishing Life List" for untold years but, I have never even targeted them - until this coming fall. The brash, brutish Chinook has held my attention for too long and the romance is over – Tyee O. tshawytscha, it turns out, is a barn slut. It wasn't size that mattered (well, so what, maybe it was!), but her heyday has come and, for the most part, gone. Sure, I fell for the big ones, who wouldn't? For Coho's it was simply lack of knowledge. That acquired knowledge of when, and, exactly where to hunt her. Now I know.

To the possible dismay of friends, I would appear to crave fishing in solitude, but that isn't quite the case. I have wonderful fishing friends and I enjoy their companionship enough.

Sure, I fell for the big ones, who wouldn't?"

Even the males of O. kisutch aren't bad looking

The issue is - I'm never alone; demons squat insistently on my shoulders and reconfigure my thoughts. My mind's eyes and ears are tutored and tortured by visions and whisperings. I'm distracted and determined.

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Unless I'm completely devoid of my several Angel's persistent designs - which is almost never - I am endlessly searching for the best words, the best light and hawking for "the pic". I also have a nasty habit of embarking on fishing quests on a whim. In short, I'm not good company.

So my new romance is rosy O. kisutch. She's sexy, more petite, has loads of class and I want her all to myself. Time for new love. - WES:::