I (still) haven’t had any luck fishing but I was able to observe a master fisher.
During my time here, one thing I’ve tried to do in addition to fishing is capture some bird moments. This usually fails because birds are very skittish and have good vision.
Last night I was able to fish about 30 yards from what I believe was a gray heron. It is a very elegant creature that has no trouble feeding itself out of these waters.
Little in the way of pics or vids here, as I havent yet figured out how to manage battery life while my phone is on. I’ll probably turn to an extra battery bank soon to remedy this situation.
I started out with a shower at the local gym, then a buffet for lunch.
After lunch I weed eaten an overgrown hill side. This task took me about 5 hours.
I collected a bank note and gave it to Walmart in exchange for food to keep me going.
I settled into a parcel of land with no road access between New River and the railroad. It feels very wild and untamed, except for the numerous camps left by vagabond over the years. I’m one of them now.
I’m putting my life as a mountain man on hold and devoted to becoming a river rat, at least for the duration of my time here. I set up camp as close as I dared to the railroad since that’s the highest ground available. The noseeums are oppressive. There’s something here I’m slightly allergic to, probably agreed.
Existing here is damp and sandy, and quire more challenging than I expected. I haven’t had any time to fish yet and I’ve barely explored the entirely of this strip of rocky beach.
Sleep does not forbode well with the cacacophy coming off the rail lines.
