Jun 27 2009 3:29 pm

the tailwater chafe

The water runs fast through the narrow riffles and fans out into deeper water and slows down.  The pod of fish on the bottom of this pool shimmer into and out of warped focus as they shift and jockey for position.  The occasional roaming band of suckers rankle the pod, their large white mouths obvious against the dark bottom.  A single trout oozes upward like molten copper dripping against gravity and eats something on the surface.  Then it drops slowly back into the uncertain depths.  I wish I had a movie of a fish that was actually molten copper, show those similes what’s what.

Another great thing about Thursday is that I got the chafe real bad down in my region.  I mean, at the time it sucked.  I like wet wading though, so sometimes it’s an issue.  I’m sure I made it worse by constantly dipping my region into the water to soothe it.  But had it not been for the chafe I would not have rediscovered the pleasures of a good regions powdering.  Believe me, if you don’t powder your region, I suggest you give it a whirl.  It may seem a little metro, but I like to think of it as more old-west.  My chafe has mostly healed, though I’m attending a wedding this evening.  A wedding on a hot summer’s day is the perfect occasion for a chafe-less regions powdering. 

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