I'm only kidding.
We went to fish.
We even strapped the kayaks to the roof of the Outback with the greatest of intentions.
When we got there, the river was high and the wind was ridiculous. We had no desire to paddle or attempt to cast a fly in those conditions.
On Saturday evening we watched a documentary on the "rediscovery" of the Ivory-bill called "Ghost Bird" on Netflix. It was interesting... pretty enlightening actually.
I was already pretty familiar with the story because I bought and quickly read this book when it was first published in 2005.
Reading that book inspired me to track down an original copy of this old publication for its historical perspective... and because I like old books.
|Life Histories of North American Woodpeckers by A.C. Bent, 1939|
Sorry, I'm easily distracted by my books. Back to the story...
Watching the "Ghost Bird" film made me want to go to Brinkley, Arkansas and see if there was still any lingering Ivory-bill mania. If nothing else, it gave us a reasonably close destination for wetting a fly line while floating around in a kayak on Sunday.
I was disappointed to see that the local excitement about the "Lord God Bird" was apparently extinct... perhaps a mirror of the birds' actual status in the wild.
|The only sign (no pun intended) that Ivory-bills may have been there.|
I'm doubtful that any sort of viable population of Ivory-bills exists at this point. I want to believe, but logic suggests that the "rediscovery" celebration may have been a bit premature. I suppose if there was anything positive to be gained from the supposed rediscovery, it would be the hope that some of what mankind has destroyed may return to its original splendor.
I still have hope.
Since the fishing conditions weren't really favorable for kayaking fly fishers in the haunts of the Ivory-bill, we went up the road to fish one of the lakes at Village Creek State Park. With little daylight left we made no attempt to put boats in the water, so we fished along the shoreline for an hour or so.
We both caught two small Largemouths apiece- our first bass of the year.
|Sadly, holding the fish at arm's length, it still looks to be 8".|
I can only hope for bigger bass as the season continues.