6 hrs driving, 7 hrs feeshin -- again...

[Woolly Bugger]

Rhody: Leegdog and I are going fishing tomorrow, you in?

Me: I've got a project to get out the door. If I get it done by noon, I'll see ya there.

Rhody: Fuk work

Me: Yeah, fuk work!

No reason to get over there too early if were waiting on the afternoon pulse and hatch.

Get to the river, phone rings, "Where you at, bring the beer and snads from my truck, we're up above the island."

The river was way low, and the pulse wasn't much, the lake is now just getting up to full summer pond, would be nice to get some serious rain so they could increase the flows a bit. Wind was kicking up pretty bad and thunderstorms threatened off in the distance. The birds were active but few bugs were popping off the water that we, and the trout, could see. Fished till dark hoping for some magic, few spinners spotted, and the trout became interested in rusty spinners as darkness approached.

[Dougfish]

Niiice. Gnarly crew, too.

[croaker]

Looks like a good urn...

Is Leedog still wearin' this same hat?

[Transylwader]

Fukkin Leedawg, fukkin A. havent heard from that bastage in 4 years...

[twinbridges]

Always good to show the locals deference so they appreciate us.