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This weekend I have completed a long journey in my life, that began four years ago.

Friday, I received my Masters of Education in Higher Education Administration with a Specialization in Student Affairs.

And I couldn’t be happier to be done!

While I have technically been complete with my degree for about 6 weeks, receiving the piece of paper is a welcome feeling and a complete relief. When I walked across the stage, my diploma was enclosed. The University of Nebraska – Lincoln was even nice enough to sign it too!

Or… at least autopen it. But who cares! I AM DONE WITH GRADUATE SCHOOL!

And preparing for the graduation party/Little E’s third birthday party has seriously depleted my time on the water. At least we are in the dog days of summer and the fishing is pretty tough right now anyways.

But I did get a nice graduation day present from my wife… about 45 minutes to spend on the water before I needed to pick Little E’s birthday cake up.


A couple fish were even nice enough to end up in my hand. What a great day.

And most of all, happy third birthday Little E!!!

See you changing my email signature…

E

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This week, I took five days vacation from work to go fishing. Monday morning I got up at 4:30AM like a good angler, and drove to the lake. When I get to the boat ramp, I noticed a couple of rain drops starting to fall. A quick check of the weather radar shows a small band of rain coming, so I decided instead of taking the chance of getting caught mid thunderstorm in my belly boat, I would curl up in the backseat of my car and wait for the rain to pass. I set an alarm for 30 minutes and drifted off.

When the alarm went off, the rain was falling pretty hard. So I set it for another 30 minutes…

And another. And another.

At 9:00 AM, I just went home.

The rain we got on Monday put all the fish down. I even tried fishing through the rain for a while, to no avail. Tuesday, the weather had cleared. I don’t normally head out to the lake after a rainstorm for a day or two; but dang it… I took vacation to fish! I was going to fish regardless.

After an hour of bass fishing with no hits, I gave up and went to my old favorite…

Bluegill.

Sorry “DD”, I don’t think ‘selfies’ are creepy at all…

Call them easy to catch, but fishing is a lot more fun when you occasionally feel a tug at the end of your line. Finding the bluegills took a little bit of time. But after I found them, they saved me from a skunked day. Heck, I even ended up with an 8 1/2 incher!

Later in the day, I headed back out to Bowling Lake with my Tenkara rod (mostly at the request of one of my readers… here you go John!). Bowling Lake has weeded over in most parts pretty heavily; making a tough lake to fish. But the bluegill action just kept right on going. The first few bite on a foam ant fly, but after I switched over to panfish popper flies. Then the action really took off.

Here is my panfish popper box… all but the yellow and black flies are hand made by yours truly!

I guess the life lesson in this post is sometimes you have to take what life will give you and make the most of it. Life might deal you crummy cards… But as any poker player will tell you, it’s not the cards that count… it’s how you play them.

I think I played my hand pretty well today.

And the best part of the whole experience? Watching the fish splash away…

Fishing is about more then just the fish.

Just as life is about more then the cards you are dealt…

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Does this make me a bad person???

I just want Little E to have a good time and take home a nice prize. Of course, all the kids get door prizes; but winning is so much more fun; right? Right?? (I am not a believer in the “everyone gets a trophy” movement… if everyone wins, there’s no motivation to work hard… or at all for that matter of speaking…)

If nothing else, I did get to enjoy the peace of a beautiful Nebraska sunset…

See you while Little E and I are dominating the family division of the White Perch Tournament…

E

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For the record, I am pretty good at catching fish too…

I can’t think of a better way to introduce my new readers to Flies Over Nebraska then a story about Little E. I generally fly fish alone. I enjoy the solitude and the serenity. But if I ever do go with a partner, it’s my 2 1/2 year old…

Lately Little E has been mommy’s girl. She hasn’t wanted anything to do with her daddy. To give my wife some time to work on her projects, I decided Little E and I should head to the lake for some daddy-daughter fishing.

She screamed the whole way to the lake for her mommy… But we she got to the water and saw all the dandy lions to pick, she turned around.

And after daddy caught his first fish…

Little E was right by my side to hold and pet the fish. She is getting pretty good at identifying fish too; and correctly identified this fish as a bass.

My first one on my Tenkara rod for the record.

It’s sometimes difficult to keep young children entertained between fish bites, but Little E always finds a way. Finding sticks, collecting snail shells, picking dandy lions… and filling daddy’s pockets full of all of these “treasures” to take home to mommy.

Lately we have enjoyed touching the water…

And of course picking up the mud while mocking daddy with the mess. Not to mention the trouble he will be in with mommy when we get home.

But when that next fish comes to hand, Little E is always right there with daddy; with a world’s worth of wonder in her eyes.

She loves to pet the “shishes”, and see them splash. And lately, we have enjoyed letting them go. She likes to see them scurry away, and splash her as they slip back into the water…

Isn’t that last one the cutest catch and release picture you have ever seen?

As an angler, there is nothing that makes me happier than Little E taking the greatest pleasure in watching her trophy swim away…

And then asking daddy to catch another one. She’s got the angling bug already.

A few weeks ago, Little E was with me when I hooked into a fish and my line broke off. For weeks she has been taking about “That big shishy that took daddy’s fly”. I told her that we would catch that fish and get our fly back.

Right at the end of our trip, we hooked into a nice little bass.

Little E immediately deemed it the fish that stole daddy’s fly. Redemption was completed; even though there was no fly to reclaim… other then the one I caught him with. Who cares that I had no idea what kind of fish even took that fly weeks ago…

Little E was not mad at our menacing, “fly-stealing”, large fish. We caught it, and that was enough. The only thing left to do was let it go.

I couldn’t ask for a better fishing buddy.

That is until our short attention span get distracted by an endless field of dandy lions; far as our little eyes can see…

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Par for the course right now… Slow fishing. At least I am catching something!

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After I got home today, I peaked out at the flag pole my neighbor has in his yard. I have developed this ritual since we bought our house, and the final decision to go fishing after work cannot be made without first checking the to see if the flag on the top of the pole is still, fluttering, or standing so straight in the wind that fly fishing would be impossible.

Today the flag was fluttering. Oh, how deceiving looks can be.

Even though the wind was light, two miles away at Bowling Lake the wind was miserably strong. After I got onto the water, the realization had set in that I had vastly underdressed for that strong, cold Nebraska wind blowing from the north. I had only brought a sweatshirt with me, and with in minutes my hands were numbing. I even resorted holding my tenkara rod handle inside my sweatshirt sleeve to keep my hands warm.

But within a few casts I pulled a bluegill to hand. And the cold faded away.

Don’t get me wrong, I still was cold. I just didn’t notice it after that fish came to hand.

I was the only angler on the lake; which either makes me a genius or an idiot. By this story, it could definitely go either way. I spent the next hour roaming up and down the bank; walking backward into the wind to keep warm, but not noticing it’s sting.

I didn’t catch another fish the rest of the evening. But catching at least one fish will do that to an angler, and a new frame of mind sets in…

“One fish took the fly, why wouldn’t another one?”; maybe the next one will be the big one… the one I will talk about for years to come; whose photo will be framed in my office, pointed to, and constantly bragged about when others walk in my door and say “I’ve never caught one that big…”; to which I would always reply “You should have been there” with a smug smile on my face knowing that they can’t; that they didn’t stay up late at night tying the perfect fly pattern, they didn’t preserve through the cold and the wind on an evening when all others abandoned hope; knowing that moment in time alone on the lake, in miserable weather and armed only with my faith, nature rewarded me with a magical fight; a moment that no one else will ever know; a secret between me and nature; because while others may see that picture, they will never feel the racing heartbeat, the rush of adrenaline, or the grace of the fight from the moment the rod first vibrates with the strike of a once in a lifetime fish, to the last touch as it swims from your hand…

…the eternal optimism that separates a fly angler from the rest of mankind.

No, I did not catch another fish. I didn’t need to. I guess that either makes me look like a genius or an idiot.

Sometimes, looks can be deceiving…

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When you catch so many fish on the same fly that they literally chew through the fly… the before and after on my size 12 Mickey Finn fly I was using for crappie fishing on my TenkaraUSA rod yesterday…

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