80 Scattered Thunderstorms
Ran up in the afternoon with the intent of catching the evening hatch at Sally's pool. When I pulled into the empty lot I could hear an approaching storm and thought better of crossing the field and headed up the road. Nobody there, jumped in, bugs started hatching, fish started to rise, then refuse my flies. It was frustrating to work a fish, and finally get it to rise and then refuses the fly at the last moment. I changed flies, added tippet, changed flies again, went smaller and then smaller still before finding an old puff daddy that they liked. Caught a few rainbows and browns, before it shut down around 7, and I heded down to the lower river run which has some evening activity. Sung up a nice brown just after stepping into the river and caught a handful more as I moved on down. it was 8:30 when I stopped at the end of the 50 yard run.
This cardinal landed on my wiper and pecked at the car for a while when I first pulled into the MP lot.
ex "I'm not going to live with you through one more fishing season!"
me "There's a season???"
I wish there were more people here that put up the type of quality shit you do. Been feeshn' lately? - Ryan