Full report: Each of the four seasons present specific challenges locally. A couple of weeks ago, I would have told you that I was the least confident in my tactics in the spring. Spring has looked so differently the last few years based on snow-pack. It's hard to nail down pages for the playbook when things are so inconsistent.
I've found a little bit of a groove recently, which I realize sounds trite but I can forget easily that I've been at this fly fishing thing two years now and there's a lot to learn.
Wrong place at the wrong time.
Defend the queen! Nasty lil' guys.
A project unfinished.
Doug O. and I connected this week. Two things you need to know about Doug, other than being a stand-up and knowledgeable guy:
#1. He has superhuman vision on the river. I consider myself pretty adept at reading the water, but where I see runs, riffles, and boulders...Doug sees pebbles.
#2. He genuinely enjoys others catching fish as much as catching them himself.
#1. He has superhuman vision on the river. I consider myself pretty adept at reading the water, but where I see runs, riffles, and boulders...Doug sees pebbles.
#2. He genuinely enjoys others catching fish as much as catching them himself.
The bows this day were unreal. Most of them took to the air and they would run downstream with a vengeance. The action was so consistent, at one point I literally cramped up in my forearm rendering my right arm useless. Hurt so good.
Tried to fly away three times. Almost worked.
Put some butter on your breakfast toast.
20-25 fish days are rare, but a blast when they happen.
One handa pose and don't forget the hat. Doug doesn't want you to forget the hat.
I'm about to revisit my favorite still-water location, so you'll get a full update on that soon. I don't have the reps under my belt to understand that game yet, so we'll see what happens.
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